You're Not A Saint You're Only Human Poem by Richard Wlodarski

When you can't get out of your bed
'Cause you have a bowling ball head
When you're stumbling to the bathroom
Tripping in kitchen over broom

You're not a saint
A little quaint
You're only human
Never knowing when

When you can't eat your breakfast
After last night's jolly fest
Can't recognize gal next to you
'Cause your view is a bit askew

You're not a saint
A little faint
You're only human
Lost in your dark den

When brunch is no longer munch
And you're feeling in a crunch
Waking up crazier than last night
And the sun's light a little too bright

You're not a saint
Not one to paint
You're only human
Looking at Big Ben

When dinner makes you wanna quiver
And your checking out your damn liver
And your friends are fartin' and balding
And your life is finally landing

You're not a saint
Not one to taint
You're only human
Lost in your own zen