As the world keeps getting smaller,
You would think that we would learn
Not to bump into each other
Every time we make a turn.
Yet the spaces that were once
The scenes of leisured promenades
Are buzzing with the friction
Of rotating roller blades.
And the sandy dunes that used to lie
Serene along the briny shore
Are packed with condominiums
And every year we build ten more.
Libraries in the city,
Not mention parks and zoos
Are as crowded as a troopship
On a mass invasion cruise.
Where have all these people come from?
I confess that I don't know.
But why can't we ask some of them
To find somewhere else to go,
Get them off the lane I'm using,
Get their rear ends off the seat
That I prefer to sit in
In the restaurant where I eat,
Keep them out of check-out lines And keep the woods and beaches free
Of all of them and what they do
That interferes with me.
A planet that's replete wih folk,
Where vulgar fools are rife,
Is a place that, I've discovered,
Adds inconvenience to my life.