Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s impolite to stare?

The sheer arrogance that you dare

Shove off and go back over there

My bloody itchy hair

Why do I ever bother?

My wits are starting to become frazzled

Blasted child is still gawking at me

She looks somewhat bedazzled

I am the only one here alone

And so I could perhaps not condone

The way this little girl stares

The old man besides me has a bag of pears

Please child go away

I cannot deal with this today

Slowly freaking out

Please hurry up and let me out

I no longer wish to be out and about

I should’ve stayed home

There I’d be alone

I wonder what she sees when she stares

Perhaps I shouldn’t care