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