We Are Bloody Hard To Please

We are ninety per cent water with a bit of bone and brain
And we do not like warm sunshine and we do not like the rain
And some anthropoligists claim our ancestors were people of the trees
But of one fact I am certain we are bloody hard to please.

Some find reason to dislike you if to their culture you don't belong
Or if your god to theirs is different with you they find something wrong
And if your skin colour is different with you they don't feel at ease
And one of our greatest frailties is we are bloody hard to please.

If you are a wealthy tycoon and you own half of the town
There are many like me out there doing their best to drag you down
And they do not like you either if you shovel in mud up to your knees
We are rather complicated and we are bloody hard to please.

You may be a social worker and one of those who help the poor
And for the social ills that plague us you are trying to find the cure
But some will see in your acts of kindness a weakness on which they can seize
And find cause to criticize you we are bloody hard to please.

You show some a flowering garden and they will only see decay
Though for that I ought not to criticize them since I too am a bit that way
In most humans cynicism is an incurable disease
One might say we are dysfunctional and so bloody hard to please.