No Accounting For Taste and Manners

Taste is a mystery Forged by your upbringing and history What I like You may hate You are a Taurus I am a Scorpio You take lunch I eat breakfast You enjoy soap's I love sport You believe I don't You are happiest preaching While I prefer to listen You are never wrong Whereas I readily admit when I am I carry the can You pass the buck You are blessed with endless good luck I often come unstuck You fly 1st class I take the bus You drink champagne I like a pint You think success equates to money While paying me minimum wage You rely on self I depend on family I will open a door And say please and thank you As you blindly walk on past me Never stopping to thank me Yet you are the benchmark People wish to aspire to Manners must cost nothing Because otherwise if they did You would be just as broke As every other common folk And you will still have to learn the value of manners