I say THEY'RE snooty with too much cash.

THEY say I’m fat and dress like a bum

and no "nice" place would want me to come.

THEY think my house a pig sty

and don’t know why

a person like me

got in their family tree.

THEYseem to think it’s some kind of curse.

I just smile and say that it could be worse.

I don’t murder, I don’t steal

and with drug lords don’t deal.

I do cuss and swear and even drink

and smoking will probably kill me I think.

So closed mouths THEY should keep

it won’t be long ‘til I’m "six foot deep".

Just who are THEY to be judge of me

and say that my life is a misery?

True, I live in a zoo where critters abound.

From the lowly toads to the droopy hound.

My pets are my family, more so than THEY

and until I die they’re here to stay.

Once I’m gone THEY can say what THEY will

'bout how I was "trash", just "sleazy swill".

But THEY must be patient ‘til I pick the time