If you see the traffic light, red bright
And round about you there is nobody in sight
If you then decide to sit tight
And take off in sudden flight
Don’t, because it is not right
If ahead of you, is a long winding queue
And you don’t join because you can call a friend or two
If you go berserk when others their friends rescue
And you know your rights yet give not others their due
Do unto others as you’ll have them do unto you
If you spot a pretty lady in the street
She twists and turns
Wriggles like a worm- you miss a beat
If all you can think of is, how nice and sweet
And all you want to do is have her at your feet
Although your primal urges surge, your best bet is - retreat
If yours is to live a life of luxury and bliss
Yet pour no sweat nor sleep less to achieve this
If opportunities to right wrong, you dismiss
And fear not your abode an abyss, but a palace
Prepare to part with your plunder and pillage with one last kiss
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