Thanking God I Ain't You Poem by Richard Jarboe

I woke up this morning thanking God I ain't you,
Reasonably appalled by the misdeeds you do,
I see you at the end of the bar in a trance watching TV,
Your wife by your side shut down by your stupidity.

You mope around this town with fangs below your hair,
Whatever your problem is, why should we care,
Dry as the desert, epitome of uselessness,
Destined for pointlessness in everything you do,
And I thank God I ain't you.

So have another beer and kick the dog when you get home,
Maybe your wife will give the dog a bone,
Stick another decal on the back of your car,
Your world is a chew toy and your heart is scar.