The Special OnesA Poem by Mick BurkeThose "special" people who think the rules don't apply to themStuck in traffic again, you fume and you cuss, As the special ones zoom by, in the lane for the bus. See those special people, they don't like delays, As they pull in to a car park and take up two bays. They don't indicate, or even slow down, “Get out of the way you plebian clown”.
Pick up your litter, keep your dog on a lead, Some more of the rules special people don't heed. While we wait our turn, stand in the queue, The special ones push and shove to get through. There are basic rules, that benefit all, But you needn't obey them if you're special at all.
Wake up in the morning, work hard and pay tax, While those special people sit 'round and relax. Remember as you knuckle down and work hard, You're helping some waster get a medical card. I'm not talking about someone who's had a bad run, Who finds living on welfare is nothing like fun. That type of person will be working next year, While the special ones chill out in designer sports gear.
So where does it start? When does it take hold? You start to be special when you're not very old. You can see at kid's parties when the sweets are brought out, The special ones reach and shove them all in their mouth. See them guzzle and grab and binge with delight, While the pleb kids lose out for being polite. But will anyone stop them? Will someone say “No”? Of course no-one will...... They're special you know. © 2015 Mick Burke |
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