'Sign' of the Times (Reflections on 'Rude'!)
Apologies, in advance, for the rude words !
Folk who pee in public places (treating them as ‘loos’).
‘Concert-girls’, on partners’ shoulders, blocking others’ views.
Kids that kick your airplane seat whilst parents just ignore.
Gits who queue-jump at the bar -‘though you were there before.
Those who walk straight past you, without thanks .... or smiles.... or nods.
And leave you holding open doors, to fume. (”Ungrateful sods!”)
Yet, most of these I could abide - with ‘sharp intakes of breath’.
Apart from one - where I’d put culprits (happily) to death!
This happens on a road, where only one car can ‘get through’.
A flash of lights; I’m beckoned. (Such a ‘lovely’ thing to do!)
In thanking them, I’ll wave and smile or throw a pleasant gaze.
And life is ‘sugar-coated’ as we make our merry ways!
Another narrow alley looms, but ‘roles’ will be reversed.
The ‘sugar-flow’ has sweetened me, in putting others first.
I move to flash my invitation. “Come on through”, I’ll say.
But, wait . . . They are not stopping. They were coming, anyway !
My face is such a picture as the ‘sugar turns to shit’.
And ‘insult adds to injury’; that’s not the end of it !
The ‘buggers’ drive straight past you, with no hint of gratitude.
Which is more than just annoying - it’s the height of ‘Bloody rude’!
But, worse to come - I’m ‘un-resolved’. I’ve now an ‘itch to scratch’!
They’ve passed me now, and missed my anger, left for them to catch.
That shit’s now turned ‘acidic’ which (each time) corrodes, a fraction.
So, the last time, this occurred I, then decided to take action!
I rooted out a 'scrolling' neon-sign (from my back shed)
and fiddled with the ‘works’ so it writes backwards, now instead!
Then found out how (from ‘Google’) to install it in my car
so that, through the rear-windscreen, you can see it from afar.
Now, when selfish-pillocks ‘pull such stunts’, then drive away.
My efforts have ensured that they no longer spoil my day.
I’ll honk my horn and flick a switch....but ‘things’ ain’t left at that.
My sign will flash up “! TAWT A TAHW”.....but their mirrors yell “WHAT A TWAT!”.