Well, Excuse Me

WELL, EXCUSE ME People don’t like me to say at parties that it’s such A waste to throw out good food when so many People go hungry every day even in our city. Can’t you laugh for just once? they say. Sure I can laugh, laugh at myself for having such High-flown ideas that even the birds think I’m A danger to their fly-ways, and should be grounded. But the next time I hear someone complaining that His Lexus is a pain in the neck due to its low gas-mileage, I will surely add he should sell it, walk, and send the Proceeds to Oxfam. And the next one who asks about my worry That the planet is over-heating, will surely feel uncomfortable At my sardonic response about worry that it is not over-eating. Even a poem like this can make some feel uneasy in their penthouse. Well, excuse me for disturbing your complacency.