Oh, I can see,
You’re one of, those kind.
In a busy grocery store,
Think you’re the only one in line.
You love exceeding,
The 12-item limit,
Takes the poor cashier,
Forever to finish.
You always mishandle,
A dozen of eggs,
Once they were good,
Now all cracked, instead.
There you are standing,
In the middle of the isle.
Leaving no room,
For others to get by.
Won’t bring the ice cream,
Back to the freezer,
You dump it to melt,
On a shelf, just leave it.
Yes, that’s you,
One of those kind,
Privileged, in the world,
This goes on in your mind.
Thinking you deserve,
Whatever you wish,
The dictionary’s definition,
Of someone selfish.
I’ve got some news,
I want you to hear,
Get yourself some manners,
Please, start to care.
Being rude to others,
Comes to no good end.
You’ll be left all alone,
Pathetic, with no friends.