Polite Yound Boy Strikes Back

They call him thick Take the proverbial Michael out of him With vengeful will at every opportunity Treat him like he is the 13th Disciple Yet he is a Polite young Boy Tries ever so hard not to annoy anyone In fact he goes out of his way to blend into the background But he is still frowned upon By the hip in crowd He never speaks loud enough to be heard He is a Mockingbird With stunted wing's Always on the periphery of cool thing's One can only hope that when he grows up He makes something of himself Accumulates both success and wealth And when his old acquaintances Come a calling And inquire Do you remember me He turn's his head ever so politely And says With a cheeky hidden smile Sorry NO