Civilization

Civilized and diplomatic? Not completely yet, I fear, For so often I am tempted, Want to spit right in your ear.

And sometimes, I say politely, "Won't you come again? Do, please," When I'd like to kick your shin-bones From your ankles to your knees.

And, as you sit there babbling on, While I say, "You are such fun," Maybe I would like to grab you, Pull each hair out, one by one.

Partly civilized but fearful, That veneering isn't stout, And I hope that you aren't with me When within breaks through without.