Whiners A Bunch Of Sniviling Whiners….

Whiners have we become, a nation full of oversensitive fools.

Its my right you see, mine, mine and mine alone, now excuse me while I be cruel.

For it was just today that this truth became so clear to me.

With my little Leah in tow, we ventured off to a favorite diner of old.

No sooner than when we arrived in our seat

did a contentious old woman did we meet.

“Excuse me sir” she said, trying to sound sincere and sweet,

“Do you mind if I close these blinds for the light is too bright for my eyes you see”.

However before I could speak, she swished them closed and fled like a thief.

Now what could I say? What could I do?

 I try to be nice, but I felt like an abused old fool.

So to this I brush aside, for I just want to enjoy the day with Leah by my side.

Now before the tobacco police takes this the wrong way, do try to understand.

though I gave up many of my vices long long ago, this one still remains in control.

For since I could not read my paper now much less the menu without any light,

I thought I would light a smoke and try to remain cool.

Ahh, but how can this even be so,

with so many misnomers of self justice which seek my soul?

For no sooner did I flick my Bic, they came forth a running mighty quick.

Both he and she from two tables down came up to me and made quite a sound.

“Sir, oh dear sir I heard them say, we know that this is the smoking section

and we are only in here because on a non-smoking table we did not want to wait”.

“So really if you would be so kind as not to smoke that weed,

for it bothers my allergies and causes me to sneeze”

Now what could I say? What could I do?

I try to be nice, yet I still remain an old fool.

However something strange happened to me this day,

as I rose to my feet and began unto justice exclaim.

“I grow tired of this and I want you all in here to see,

you over here want this because it does not suit you this way

and you want that so that you will not be bothered by the light of day,

but let me tell you something once and tell you once and for all.

Yall ain’t nothing but a bunch of whiners who live your lives

as if the sun and the stars revolves around your miserable existence.

I was here first, and I always try to be kind and understand,

but I have had enough of you and your whining and sniveling crap.

So lady, if you don’t like the light and sir if the smoke bothers you

in a section that is designated for smoking…then YALL can leave…NOT ME

and if you decide to stay…be sure to tell the waiter that you already have plenty of whine…just bring some more cheese.

J. Allen Wilson © Four 2006