TIRED OF TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK…

Some Entitled People walking amongst us don’t have to follow the rules,

There is something special about those people (that some of us call fools).

Their dogs don’t have to be on leash when they walk them around town,

And if you dare say a word, they’ll swear at you loudly and stare you down.

 

How dare you question the fact that they’re more entitled than hoi polloi.

The Entitled don’t ever worry about what all their pets might destroy.

Even their kitties wander around killing wildlife whenever and wherever.

They have no concerns that some unique wildlife could be lost forever.


Locked down you say? Well, their holiday's more important than your health,

So they sneak over borders, visiting places everywhere, using super stealth.

And when they've been diagnosed with that very contagious Corona virus,

They throw everyone's plans into disarray. Now who's hurting? All of US!

 

The Entitled don’t worry about things that keep the community protected.

They play their music loudly; they don’t care if neighbours have objected.

They park wherever and however they like because their needs are crucial.

They toss their butts and plastic cups, just not in a bin. They are anti-social.

 

As a Community, our children are learning from us, so we have an obligation

To show them the correct way to behave. Kindness is free, like consideration.

So please, all you Entitled people, time to spare a thought for the Community

Or time for us to start reporting your selfish actions to the relevant Authority.

 

© SANDY GILLIS 2021

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