THE BUTTINSKIS

Nobody likes the Buttinskis.

They always cut in line.

They’ll squeeze right in front of you.

They do it all the time.

They’re rude and crude,

And soundly booed.

When the Buttinskis arrive,

You’re just screwed.

They search for openings,

Some space between skin.

Then they move into position,

And slip right in.

They’re uninvited,

But they don’t care.

They’ll take your spot,

And think it’s fair.

Lacking in manners,

They do as they please.

And that’s the reason why,

Nobody likes the Buttinskis.

Michael D. Schafer

© April 12, 2018