What is it about people and masses
Manners disappear when in a crowd
They become rude and unpleasant
Becoming obnoxious and overly loud
You’d think their mothers would be upset
Yet they are as bad as the rest
Surely ancestors must turn in their graves
Knowing their family members were a pest
No matter the occasion or event
The roar of the crowds affects the brain
Any semblance of order is quickly disposed
Each person seeking to satisfy only their gain
No more will I venture where others gather
For bruises and feet remind me so
I’ll spend the rest of my life in solitude
No longer to fight the crowds will I go
