Que
Cue
Queue?
I’ll refrain from sounding it out in ‘Merican
By shouting Quweyyy! As in Sooie!
So push your snout to the trough
Squeal away to the head of the queue
But get a clue
Whatever you do
Don’t miss your cue
Or you’ll have to sue
Pecking order sorted by brute force
Not a kinder or gentler course
Stampedes are the wurst
There I ago makin’ sausage agin
Divine right of kings
Royal schmoyal bling
Invisible caste system test
Visible caste system’s fest
Modern civilization delivers most
To the back of histories queue
A cue for the future queue
As sheep with out a clue
But no butting
As kids called line cutting
Now get in line and stop your whining
Because the uncivilized entitled
Need to gobble their fill
Of inhumanities fine dining
Time to take your organizing pill
Because queue courtesy is vital still
A Scroll Threw Life 