She Could Do Worse

She could always do a lot worse I could swear and also curse, I could constantly take the lord's name in vain And I could inflict emotional pain. I could be lazy and not have a job Or I could be a worthless slob, Or maybe I could make a lot of cash And I would always treat her like trash. I could always put her feelings last Or always bring up her checkered past, Maybe I would not worry about her feelings And not care about her sadness or dealings. I could put everyone in front of her Including my exe and she would call me sir, I could constantly ignore her again and again And I could insult her in front of other women and men. I could continually refuse to take her down the isle And she would still be happy and smile, Whatever I would tell her she would believe And I could even tell her when to pack up and leave. I could be a drunk or a user I could even be a cheater and an abuser, Even if I was in a hearse She could always do a lot worse. Randy L. McClave