It’s hard to be nice.
I’ve tried it twice
and both times I learned about life.
I’ve been conned and cheated
lied to and treated
like a country boy comin’ to town.
I gave a fella two ten dollar bills.
His wife was sick and he had to fill
his gas tank – trouble at home.
I saw him later come out of a bar,
he wobbled and stumbled and didn’t get far,
fell in the street and broke his Lone Star.
I doubt now that he owned a car.
Next time I gave to a home for kids,
you’ll never guess what the Director did.
He disappeared with the whole bank account!
He was last seen in Malibu sipping a brew.
He said, when caught, “What did I do?
Can’t a guy take a little time off?”
“I thought the money was for everyone,
so I took a little to have some fun.”
You should have seen his face go pale
when they led him off to the local jail.
His fun had come to an end.
You see, it’s hard to be nice.
I’ve now tried it twice,
but I don’t think I’ll do it again.
Sonoran Desert Writer 