Good Luck With That One

I am not a son or a friend. I am quarry,

and you were sent by the devil to make me worry.

Yeah, good luck with that one.

You are picking, pestering, nattering, nagging,

and I don't really want to sound like I'm bragging,

But I'm half-deaf and well-practiced.

Try as you like, (and I dislike,) you won't make it

Happen, though I might be nice enough to fake it,

Just not nice enough to you.

Though I am not a beer-hat-owning American,

I do know an excuse to unwind when I see one.

I suppose I might as well take it.