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
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