That Thing Called Snob Poem by Aldo Kraas

That thing called snob
If he didn’t had that thing called snob it would be much better
But even when he was young he had that
I don’t think it will ever go away
It is in his blood
He was born with it
He just doesn’t see eye to eye like we do
That thing called snob
It thorns as to pieces
Bring anger in to us
Bring sadness in to us
He won’t come down to our level
So we have to come down to his
It is difficult to adjust
That thing called snob
He will die with it
We can’t change it
We just have to let it be
It is very painful
If we think about it
To tell you the true we can’t change him
That thing called snob makes him feel important
He likes to feel important
He doesn’t see anything wrong with being snob
That thing called snob
Makes him more greedy
Makes him work more