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