LIFE
SUCKS by Robert G. Fuchs
My name is Robert Fuchs, that does NOT rhyme with ducks
Going through life with a name like Robert Fuchs truly sucks
My schoolteachers called me Robert, my friends dub me plain Bob
Try having a name like mine when applying for a preacher’s job
When strangers ask who lives in the house at the end of our lane
My neighbors pretend that they don’t even know my true name
Yesterday at the café, the waiter trying hard was hardly able
To keep from laughing while appointing Fuch head of the table
When he paused for the expected tip, I just wished him good luck
Quite certain from me he was not likely to receive a single buck
For I have no doubt he on purpose rhymed it with chicken cluck
And deliberately dragged my good name down in the dirty muck
Someday things will be different and there will be no more rebukes
When I place my hand on the Bible, swearing in as President Fuchs
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