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Men Like These
He sits in his recliner
With a cigarette in his hand
While in his other hand
He holds the "mighty" remote control
He sips on his beer
As he watches his TV shows
He smokes his cigarette
Dropping ashes on the floor
But I dare not speak
And I dare not vacuum the floor
For he's in his own private world
And he wants no distractions
Soon his breating becomes heavy
He finally begins to snore
With a sigh of relief
I thank the Lord above
I tiptoe quietly about the house
Doing the household chores
But I dare not vacuum the floor
I labor quietly in the kitchen
Preparing the evening meal
For I know when his nap is over
He'll come raging like a bull
Demanding food, demanding love
And demanding attention
Why did God create men like these
I know there are many more
I've seen and heard and read about
Other men just the same as he
With no compassion in their heart
And never a kind word spoken
Did God really create men like these
Or are they the Devil's children
