Why do you cut in front of me
Seems you have no respect you see
As you speed past me day and night
Often blowing a red light
Just to cut in front of me
Many a time, I turn to look behind
Finding no one in line
But you persist, to ruin my bliss
And cut in front of me
At the bank
An amusement park
The grocery store line
Or on a city street
Pretty much wherever we meet
Sometimes I rush ahead
Wanting to stop you dead
Only to turn and find
You once again, cut me off in line
Nicely done, Patricia!