Tell God I'm Sorry

As you look down your nose on those

Who don’t quite have the stuff

Would you tell God I’m sorry

That I wasn’t good enough.

Tell God I’m sorry

That I haven’t worked in quite some time

Tell God I’m sorry

That my birth was such a horrid crime.

Tell God I’m sorry

For the children that I’ve never had

Tell God I’m sorry

That I let the Oberweis go bad.

Tell God I’m sorry

For the mouse run round my flat

Tell God I’m sorry

For going grey and getting fat

Tell God I’m sorry

I just cannot smile on command

Tell God I’m sorry

the Beatles are my favorite band

Tell God I’m sorry

Your friends just can’t handle me

Tell God I’m sorry

Your face is the ugliest I see

Tell God I’m sorry

I can’t listen to your girlfriend’s woes

Tell God I’m sorry

That’s the only life she knows

Tell God I’m sorry

That the Hawks lost Stanley by a hair

And would you add

I think it’s sad, but,,,do I really care?

Tell God I’m sorry

I wrote most of this while on the pot

Tell God I’m sorry

…but I’m really NOT!