Cutting in line,
No friend of mine,
First you curse,
Then you rant and rave.
Then you scream,
“You cut in line, Dave.”
Next there is silence,
And then Dave reacts.
“Too bad for you,” Dave hollers back.
Before long, a fist fight erupts,
Both of you explode over such silly stuff.
When you calm down, you have both lost your place.
You go back in line sporting a red face.