Impatient

Patience is a virtue Though it’s one that isn’t mine. I get antsy when I wait In any kind of line. I can’t hold my horses For that leads to agitation, No matter what the reason Or surrounding situation. Type A personality I think’s the diagnosis. Ulcers or a heart attack Is likely the prognosis. Living in the city, though, Is where I have to be. For everywhere I go, I notice Lunatics like me!