Life is what you make of it-- well so I've heard some say,
That you have the power within your mind to make it happy along the way.
But to me life is a series of events, of that which you have no control,
To some it's great and to others it's fun, but to me it's a dismal, bottomless hole.
God has been gracious with others as well, but me He puts through a living hell,
While some can celebrate with ringing bells, my life's more like a dried-up well.
That many have little problems in their lives--for that I am well pleased,
But I think that God has been unkind to pile all their share upon me.
Life is like a bowl of cherries! Yes, it's true--and very well said,
That it has an exciting and very tart taste? NO! I say, but full of pits instead.
Everytime I seem to turn my hand there is trouble all about and around,
I pick myself up and clean myself off, then God kicks me back down.
Don't trust God, this is my advice; He is not even worth your spit,
"I will bless you and love you!" He says; yeah, right, you can kiss my grits!
Yes, life is very dreary for me; but hope still shines in my eyes,
For I know that yet I shall find peace and happiness, oh yes! On the day that I die!
Pinky: "Gee Brain, what do you want to do tonight?"
The Brain: "The same thing we do every night, Pinky—try to take over the world."