At least there's no zees to be seen
But the girl drapes her jacket over my screen,
The newlywed boy fans me more than him
Are they all a teeny weeny bit dim
Or obvious short planks?
And there's not a lot in the way of thanks
From the mother wanting to swap my seat
With her daughter's, between her jabs and bleats.

It should be implied but it's mostly inferred
More thoughtless abuse than free as a bird.
Bliss is encouraged by frauds and fakes
While underhand, high and on the take.
The onus is on the abusee now,
Consideration's only a concept how
Those old folk bumble about the place
So move fast and break things in your own face.