Oh Poor Me

Oh Poor Me

Oh poor me, I haven’t enough.
Oh poor me, I want more stuff.
I don’t have enough, and I want more.
I should have more, but my back is poor.

Oh poor me, who cares about you.
I follow my heart, to that I’m true.
I don’t need to work, I can borrow from you.
Oh poor me, what shall I do?

Some don’t like me, and why I don’t know,
Oh poor me, I go with the flow.
Most of the people have nice things.
I’d be rich if I only had wings.

Oh poor me, why am I lazy?
It’s not my fault, the reason is hazy.
I get up every day and watch my TV.
It’s what I do best, don’t you agree.

Please don’t tell me to get off of my ass;
Work is below me, I’ve got too much class.
I don’t need to work you see,
I’ve got you to do that for me.

Oh poor me, what will I do.
If you’ll cut up my food, I won’t have to chew.
All I need is a little more help.
I need it right now, if not, then I’ll yelp.

I know I’ll figure a way to improve.
Just gimme some time, to get into my groove.
I could do without all of the questions.
I don’t need any more of your lame suggestions.

My mind is the best thing that I have now.
I just need to get more easy money somehow.
Oh poor me, what will I do.
You’re no longer helping, maybe I’ll sue.

If you’ve heard this story before,
Maybe you should tell them to hit the door.
Your help is causing yourself only pain.
They need to get out, and into the rain.

LeBuert  Sept 2011