'Pecking Order' Poem by Linda Winchell

There seems to be a pecking order of things
I see it every where and in every way!
One person feels they have to have it!
In their pecking order kind of way!

They bully their way into spaces
where you may have wanted to be.
But when you get to where it is your were going
It really wasn't that important for you to be.

For another in the pecking crowd
seems to have gotten to it first!
Then all your bells and whistles go off!
Sounding, A MAD, CRAZY WOMAN ALERT!

I've noticed now, that I have a farm
with the rabbits, goats and hens!
They too have their own pecking order
for their survival, this pecking order they must depend!

Only the strong will survive!
so that a good blood might carry on!
So I guess I will have to contend with it
with this pecking order, I may considered to be wrong!