Courtesy Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

You lack simple courtesy
So you can't find grace
You diminish yourself
and the whole human race
You're pretty: That is you were
But now you've lost face
The illusion of you outward charm
You, at once, erase
You think yourself superior
But you're just a disgrace
Your faux pas you wish to erase
But someone like you I could not embrace
Think you're so high but you're really so base
You're holding a low number
I'm holding an Ace
Anyway
whatever the case
You're not that impressive as you think
You're just someone taking up space
Let me cut to the chase
You don't even ask forgiveness
Though guilt is written on your oblivious face
The likes of you
Someone could most easily replace
You're just a sow dressed up in lace
People like you stink up the place
You fashion yourself somewhere high
but you're not anyplace
bound to wonder why someday
you've finished last in the race