Whomever gave to you the license to drive
Obviously never saw you park.
You ruin the day of drivers and pedestrians sharing this planet with you.
You had better pray to the god of smelly punks that I never find you
after how you made those kids feel.
You saw an opportunity to help those around you
And you didn’t.
You know exactly how it feels to be excluded,
to go without,
You could easily make things better but somehow decide that it is
someone else’s job.
You get to live with that.