The people i for one would rather not meet
Their egos over-inflated by their self conceit
Their body language tells one you look at me
My sort every day you are unlikely to see
They do not acknowledge you when you bid them good day
From you they always look the other way
The type who would never help anyone who is financially or mentally down
Their sort are not an asset to any town
Those who fail to respond to a friendly good day
Are usually the type who do never go out of their way
To help some poor bugger of helping in need
For a more compassionate World their kind never do plant the seed
A few of their sort i do meet every day
And this does seem a sad thing for to have to say.
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