Side note. An observation.
Something that is seen,
but not forgotten.
Some people, the pretty people,
Are ones who succeed because of looks,
Are ones who open doors with a smile.
They can achieve much,
And often some do.
But be aware of something true.
Just because you admire their work,
Doesn’t mean you’re more than a clerk.
Matter of fact, to them maybe you’re a jerk.
Gratitude is not so common.
In our society that is an omen.
Foreboding shadows where arrogance blossoms.
No, pretty child, oh, privileged one,
You are not entitled shun,
All those over which you run.