Lord Bless My Haters

No one has it easy.  Before you judge someone else, consider what they may have dealt with in their past and may still deal with today.  Most importantly, pray for the haters.  They know not what they do.

Lord bless my haters
They know not what they do
Not a single one would last
A day in my shoes

Lord bless my haters
As they assume and persecute
Cause in the end they're jealous
They can't do like I do

They can talk, they can stare
They can peek through the aisles
My swag and my flare
They wish they had my style

When they walk the road I've walked
They can talk the way I talk
But I've yet to find a reason
That justifies their gawks

Lord bless my haters
As I look them in the eye
I've shown them more mercy
Than they have realized

The Brewer?

Bored with nothing to do, entertaining the friends.  An alteration of an old rhyme.  I did it for the giggles, don't judge.

Gulp, glug, glug
Three dudes in a tub
Who the fuck these guys be?

The brewer, the baker
The candlestick maker
Kings among men, studly lunks all three

Craig, Jason, Zach
To be more specific
All masters of their trade

A three man brigade
Many dragons they've slain
In their countless drunken crusades