I always smile nicely
and play by the rules,
and as a result
am surrounded by fools.
My tongue is too floppy;
my thoughts remain hid.
With my dearth of directness
I'll never be rid
of car-crazy cretins
and lager-lout loons,
name-dropping ninnies
and brainless buffoons.
To escape from this onslaught,
to shrug off this curse,
I hope I need only write
one simple verse.
But of course they'll not hear me.
They'll read what I write
and express their distress
at my terrible plight.
But just in case: Fools!
You all make me sick.
Your mouths are too wide
and your skulls are too thick
And the space that you fill
- and I'm only being fair -
is better employed
by ten gallons of air.
What I do's not better
and yes, I may moan,
but at least, very kindly,
I leave you alone.
Hugh Fraser
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-always-smile-nicely/
