I was angry at the queue jumpers
But I was angrier at those who did nothing to correct their behavior
Who waited on them as if they had waited on us and didn't cut in line
Bear the weight but the weight not shared equally
I have never wished violence on anyone
No portion for you, please go back to the back of the line and wait your turn
It's like having a small child in the house
Let me share my disdain with you
Let me find a place for you in the palace of disdain
I was angry at the queue jumpers
They threw mud on design
They vandalized civilization and kicked it around
First you need to sign up
What is your name and what is your number?
Take the receipt and wait to be called
Bu they do not have a word for courtesy where you are from
They have words for money and busy and ceremony and obligation
The front of you is the most fragile of battering rams
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