Everyone said, "Cheer up, things could be worse."
So I cheered up and sure enough, things got worse.
I thought this year was rough until I found this true poem/song written in 1998.
My car got stole, the washer's broke
And the kittens all have fleas
My babysittin' job don't pay enough
Won't someone help me please
Oh Lord, you tell us to be humble
I wonder if this is what you had in mind
To be walking down the street with a stolen shopping cart
Dirty clothes, soap and bleach, and a pocket full of dimes
So now, I'm sitting at the laundry-mat
Watching all my towels go round and round
I borrowed a pencil from a lady without any teeth
Just so I could write these lyrics down
Oh Lord, you tell us to be humble
I wonder if this is what you had in mind
To avoid all the roaches in the laundry-mat
With the mothers and their kids who whine
I'm walking down the street now with my clean clothes
Hoping nobody I know will see me
I notice people staring out their windows
Looking like they're feeling sorry for me
Oh Lord, this is as humble as I want to be
I wonder what my friends will think of me
When they know I used to work and have a car that ran
Went to school and got my degree
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