I detest the crude behavior
That I so often find,
When people put themselves ahead
And leave the rest of us behind.
They're at the theatre door at six
For a show that starts at eight.
They'll spend he night before the game
Outside the stadium gate.
First to get there, first in line,
Pushing forward for first choice,
Until I'm tempted to address them
In my most sarcastic voice:
"Ahead of me again, my, my.
Ahead of all these others too.
Well, it must be so convenient
To have nothing else to do
But to dump your lowly carcass
At the front of every line,
Where, by every rule of merit,
The place is rightfully mine."
Being civilized, I'm silent.
Let the vulgar take their turn
In front, where they're protected
From the heat of my slow burn.