Poem Portrait
by
James J. Metcalfe
Out of Line
When I am waiting in a line... I see a bit of red...As some-
one brazenly attempts... To wiggle in ahead... Invariably
this he or she... Will see a certain friend... And get in front of
him instead... Of starting at the end... In stores and cafeterias
... And at the movies too... These parasites are right on hand
... to show their colors true... They think that they are
mighty smart... To beat the others out... But they should hear
the choice remarks... When they are talked about... For they
are strictly moochers whom... Their neighbors all reject...
Because they are so selfish and... They have no self-respect
James J. Metcalfe