That thing called snob

That is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas

If he didn’t had that thing called snob it would be much better

But even when he was young he had that

I don’t think it will ever go away

It is in his blood

He was born with it

He just doesn’t see eye to eye like we do

That thing called snob

Bring anger in to us

Bring sadness in to us

He won’t come down to our level

So we have to come down to his

It is difficult to adjust

That thing called snob

He will die with it

We can’t change it

We just have to let it be

It is very painful

If we think about it

To tell you the true we can’t change him

That thing called snob makes him feel important

He likes to feel important

He doesn’t see anything wrong with being snob

That thing called snob

Makes him more greedy

Makes him work more