Monthly Archives: April 2012

You’re Nothing Like My Daddy

Without Him, I'm a Better Me

You’re nothing like MY Daddy.
You never will compare.
You look out for your best interests,
And you never really care,
What the rest of us are doing,
Or what any of us might need,
It’s all about what you want,
And you make sure that you get it,
You have your ways of convincing me,
To do things that are stupid,
And, somehow you think I should care about your circumstances,
You should get a refund and I should just get screwed,
Well, no matter how much I might owe,
This will be your one last screw,
So, I’ve decided to enjoy myself,
And stick it to you,
Not by being spiteful or by being a bitch,
But, by finally saying “this is a bunch of shit”,
It’s long overdue for you to have to pay,
By learning how to be a man and to stop using me,
My retirement’s depleted and now I owe even more,
Due to all the taxes and you trying to get me to pay even more,
By getting your little refund and thinking I would stand,
For you having the upper hand,
You sorry excuse for a man
You say I’m always black and white,
Never any shades of gray,
But, how is it that I’m the one that always says “ok”,
And, you end up with the benefit of me caving in,
Allowing you to pay less than you really owe,
Well, no more, not today,
Your gravy train is on the go.

So Much Hurt

Without Him, I'm a Better Me

So much hurt, so much debt,
So much pain and sorrow,
I think It’s only fair we both wake up tomorrow,
Knowing that I have a plan,
Still you beg, steal, and borrow,
You act as if I’m immune to feeling any pain,
And that you’re the only one that ever should complain,
About the fact that you owe half of all the debts incurred,
During the past eleven years,
Man, you really are a turd!

Thank you. Thank you very much.
I’ll be here all weekend.

Lizzi, Oh Lizzi

My Kiddos

Lizzi, oh Lizzi, You’re so sweet.
And you’ve got a beautiful smile.
You’re very artistic and very creative.
You’ve got your very own style.
You love giraffes.
And you love to do crafts.
But, sometimes you’re in denial.
You feel betrayed and you feel left out,
Not knowing all the while
How much you’re loved
And the fact that you are God’s very own child.

Carli, Oh Carli

My Kiddos

Carli, oh, Carli,
What can I say?
You make me laugh each and every day.
With the dorky faces you make
And silly pictures you take,
I sometimes can’t keep in the laughter.
You’re sarcastic and sassy
And sometimes you’re nasty.
But, some etiquette classes
Will soon make you classy.

Our Wonderful Friend and Neighbor

My Family

I have a wonderful friend and neighbor
I’ve known for 16 years.
She’s been here for us the past six months
Through the emotions and the tears.
She shows up on our doorstep
With place mats and with dishes,
Groceries and goodies,
And all things delicious.
She and her family watch out for me
And my little cubs.
And, I don’t know what we’d do
Without the wonderful Grubbs.

My Favorite Sister

My Family

Angie’s always been my favorite sister.
When she moved away, oh how I missed her.
Four years my senior, she showed me the way.
To be the caring, loving, person that I am today.
We slept together when we were little.
You know me, I have a heart that is brittle.
We scratched each other’s backs, but she always cheated.
My back never got all the scratching it needed.
I worried about things that were out of my control.
That’s what you do when you have a lonely soul.
As we got older, she took me to church.
And showed me how God could pull me out of that lurch.
She was there with me when we realized.
That by an alien I’d been compromised.
There was a beeping in my arm that wouldn’t go away.
Unless our brother Scott was in the room to stay.
Remember the morning we asked God for more sleep.
We went downstairs and didn’t hear a peep.
Dad came down to see what we were doing.
And we told him we were up because it was morning.
He quickly showed us it was the middle of the night.
And we ran back upstairs with quite a fright.
Why did our alarm say it was such.
How could its time have moved so much.
As it turned out the clock’s hands were moving really fast.
Due to a cord plugged in incorrectly in the room we just passed.
Dad gave us an explanation of how this had happened.
But we went back to bed knowing our prayer had been answered.
Now that my life has been turned upside down.
She and David are here to ensure I don’t drown.
She is the best sister there will ever be.
Please just don’t tell Kelly or Kiki.

Crying in Church

Without Him, I'm a Better Me

Is crying in church and at lunch gonna change the amount of debt I owe?

Probably not, but I don’t care, I’m letting the tears flow.

I borrow from you, then borrow from them and try to pay it back,

But, how the hell can I keep up when bills continue to stack?

I know one day it will all be better,

But, right now I’m unsure,

How to get things back on track and how to make it work,

My credit score still really sucks even though bills paid on time,

Thanks to that special someone that is no longer mine.

If I don’t have the money this week, how the hell will I have it the next?

I Don’t Have to Lie

Without Him, I'm a Better Me

You can lie to me.

You can lie to our sons and daughters.

You can lie to your ex-wife.

And, you can lie to your girlfriend.

But, believe me, in the end,

Your lies will come to haunt you.

I know the truth and so do our children.

I don’t have to lie.

Your own actions and your own words

Showed them by and by

Who you were and who you are

And how you always try

To make things look like you’re the best,

And how you made their Mommy cry.

I don’t have to lie.

I don’t have to lie.

High up on a Shelf

Without Him, I'm a Better Me

All those things I used to do to take care of myself,
You and I both know were placed high up on a shelf.
But, now that you have left us, I see no reason why
To keep such important things up on a shelf so high
So, when I stumbled over our old step ladder,
I decided then and there
That I really DO matter.
Each time I step up on those steps and reach up high and find
A little more self respect
And get a kick in my behind.
I know it’s just God’s way
Of telling me I’m still pretty,
But, that I should brush my hair and become a bit more witty.
He made you leave me so that I could find
The person that I used to be in 1999.
And, now that I’ve found the person that I used to be,
Everyone will soon see
That I’ll no longer stand for you demeaning me.
So, this is my goodbye to you
And my hello to the new old me.