It really is the little things   

that make life worthwhile.  

The most minor inconveniences  

plaguing those that deserve it.  

A man that drives an F-450   

with a “BEEF” vanity plate  

can’t step up into it.  

His legs are ate up with gout.  

I grin to myself.  

Another man,   

who won’t extend a hand,  

howls all day long   

about “rising tide” economics.  

Only I know the hilarious truth.  

He almost drowned last year.  

The fool fell into a pool   

and can’t swim.  

Sure bet he needed a hand.  

I can’t keep my teeth from showing.  

A pastor struck by lightning.  

An oil executive getting a  

blistering, peeling, itching, oozing sunburn.  

A laugh claws its way up the back of my throat.  

The Germans even made up a word for it.  

They’re very sentimental,  

I call it free entertainment.