OVER PRIVILEGED

As I walk into the large room Full of bags and no spare hand Looking for a place to loom In a room so grand Shuffling with my heavy load Looking for a place to settle I see a corner of some sort Next to a hot kettle A lovely place to warm my toes And count my penny lasts As I settled down my clothes I heard someone ask Can I help you?" In her most stern tone I stood up and took my view At her overly judging frown Trying to make me look small As she was the management I stood up tall In her establishment Taking my time, Hesitating To collect my belongings Knowledge that she hated My existence in her holdings As I shuffled in her direction Disappointment she didn't hide Not a sign of human affection Waiting impatiently for my reply Why should I satisfy her needs So I showed her my back To the exit I proceed And loudly sound "no thanks"