Glad That's Not Me Poem by Biff McGuire

From my gated community,
The world's a better place.
I live without the fear of crime,
I always will feel safe.

I look down on the city,
And I search for answers, why?
Can people live down in that place?
Below my castle in the sky.

Congested traffic, noise and smog,
Days you can't even see.
Up here clear air and silence too,
I think you all should worship me.

Then looking up, towards the hill
A woman smiled and said,
I would not care to live up there,
I'd rather I was dead.

To have to climb those stairs all day
And sweep up every room?
To trim the trees and cut the grass
And clean the glass would be sure gloom!

Glad that's not me, as she looks up,
Glad that's not me, as he looks down.
It takes all kinds, their friends remind
To make a city, state or town