Inconsiderate people, They really are a pain. They inconvenience others Again and again. They'll say they "really do not care" No matter what is said And treat others more unfairly To spite them all instead.
They don't care if they're in the way Or talking very loud. They stand in front of all the seats In every football crowd. They'll take the last cake muffin Just because that's all you'll eat, And make sure vegetarians Are only left with meat.
They don’t believe in fairness, They just believe in gain. Deliberately salting all the chips To spite their wife again. They hover and intimidate And strop and cause a fuss. They want their own way all the time And 'sod' the rest of us.
They don't give way at roundabouts Or even indicate. They think it should be all their way; The whole world's their estate ... (except it's not). They think that they are Champion And the rest of us are rats; We're only there to serve them And, of course, to hold their hats.
One day they'll get their comeuppance!
People standing in the ‘do not stand’ area blocking the stands at a football match.
DCC's1 the game that's played - Nothing useful is conveyed. We just sit here wasting time Whilst they moan the same old gripe; It is just a load of tripe - And it doesn't feel right.
They all have their own soapbox, The same old words - They never stop. They are not prepared to bend - Or to listen and amend!
They cannot see it doesn't work - It's time to change but they will not. It's always just the same old theme - It needs to change and change a lot - They're in a rut and so there's rot!
Just because 