Give Me Back My Stuff

Copyright ©1999 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved

Give me back my stuff,
you world, you!!,
give me back my stuff

the stuff I
worked so hard for,
the stuff I
cared so carefully for.

the stuff I dreamed of
owning till,
my dreams
of owning came true,

through toil and blood,
and toil and sweat,
and toil and tears,
and toil, and toil.

Scrimping and saving,
and saving and sacrifice,

till finally, finally
these things were mine.

But no, wait a minute.
what was I thinking?
It's obvious that you
have the greater need,

so help yourself,
help yourself to my stuff.

Come in the night,
while I sleep,
Or come in the day,
while I work,

work to buy you
something more.

Go ahead, I insist, and
if it's not good enough for you
please let me know.

And I'll work some more,
even harder
just to buy you something better,

something better just for you,
so go ahead, help yourself.

And guess what,
someone else
is working too,
even as we speak,

sweating, toiling, making
something very special
just for you.

Someone named Smith,
and
someone named Wesson,

and one night, or one day
you just may get that special gift
because, that's what you deserve.

So here's to lookin' at you
in my cross hairs,

such a pretty sight,
you in my sights,

you thief, you thief,
you thief in the night.