My friend, you stand above the chaff.
(Your fortune should be mine.)
A toast to you and your success!
(And toss this sour wine.)
Be thankful for your better half,
(You don’t deserve your wife.)
And for the station you possess.
(You don’t deserve this life.)
In strength and spirit, you’ve no peer.
(I hope you lose your health.)
And Lord knows how you’re well-to-do.
(To hell with all your wealth.)
Your presence fills the room with cheer.
(And fills my soul with dread.)
Sometimes I wish that I was you.
(I wish that you were dead.)