Wait in line it's not your turn
Don't jump the queue or you will learn
What it's like to feel the wroth conveyed
And you in the end will be dismayed
We the ones will call you out
And it won't matter if you shout
There's a time and place for everything
So stay where we put you or feel the sting
© Paul Warren Poetry
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