The Ingrates

 

Put yourself in my shoes

Try to imagine being me

Always right

Knowing that every decision I ever made

Was for the good of my family

But they were too stupid

Or ignorant to see it

 

Ok

So I’d been in the pub all day

But not drinking

Well… drinking, but not for pleasure

I was looking for work

If I didn’t go to the places where the people were

How was I supposed to find a job?

 

Why couldn’t they understand?

The family

The leeches

With their accusing looks

Claiming to be hungry

When there was bread and jam aplenty

 

Can you imagine having to come home to that?

After I’d left the comfort

Of the pub’s warm fire

Only to be met with a reception

Colder than the house itself

 

The nagging wife

The mewing brats

Judging

Who were they to judge me?

When I’d given them so much

 

The petrol can just happened to be there

The ingrates deserved no better

A spark would end it all