Common Courtesy is Dead

Are you kidding me

To be sitting on a lovely hillside
Enjoying wine and quiet breeze
And here come three obnoxious asshats
Talking loud and braying laughter
Ruining the peace I'm after

I do not think they even see me
So caught up in their own fun
Oblivious of those around them
Self centered is their way of life
Carelessly causing others strife

I am sick of these self loving morons
Those who care not what they do
Encroaching on the space of others
Blindly making their way through
Caring not a bit for you

Would that I could strike them down now
Silence them with clever word
Would that they could see as I see
Their loud boisterousness absurd
Shut them up with just one word