Kind vs. Polite
To be kind is different from being polite
Or, as Dubya would have it
"kinditude is different from polititude"
I'm often impolite
Informal and rude
And though you may think it crude
But I do so proudly
I ain't no formal dude
I am informal, avowedly
I can be vulgar, I can be lewd
I don't have good manners
I hate to wear suits
And you may think me an asshole
You may think me a brute
But let me extrapolate
As to why politeness is something I hate
Right now I'm in France
(something I didn't want)
I'm in this formal country of romance
Tonight I went to a restaurant
The formality of it all made me antsy
More bluntly, it fuckin' drove me mad
Formality ain't something that I fancy
It irks me just a tad
You see,
The fuckers didn't have Pepsi
So I reluctantly ordered a Coke
They brought me a bottle, accompanied by a glass
I brought the bottle to mouth and was revoked
These posers have so much fuckin' class
That they think it impolite
To drink directly from a bottle
But what the fuck, that ain't right!
If they wanted me to drink from the glass
Why'd they bring me a bottle?
Those polite socialites, I'll kick their ass
-so hard- they're gonna have to waddle
But now I got myself a dilemma
Cuz coke tastes like shit in a glass
Truly, it tastes like a frozen enema
Straight out King Kong's ass
So fuck your class!
Fuck your sass!
Your "manners" ruined my drink
And it's worse than ya think
Ya see, I'm addicted
To the substance known as caffeine
This so-called politeness
Now appears to be downright mean!
Don't mistake politeness for kindness
Cuz if politeness was kind
I wouldn't have had to suffer as I did
Without caffeine I lose my mind
Between kindness and politeness
There is a difference, you'll find
Another example, just to prove my point
I was walking up a snowy hill
These people were sitting on sun-chairs
And I took a spill
And then I slipped, you see
And so I kicked, you see
I kicked a few flakes of snow out
From under me
And onto this lady's lap
She stares at me
Glares at me
So imposingly
Almost scarily
So I apologize
I say "sorry"
But she continues with her eyes
She thought I'd been impolite
So now she had an excuse
She had a retaliation-right
It would be polite to inflict abuse
She gives me an evil eye
And I can see her evil soul
And I don't know why
But politeness, in whole
Just don't seem right to me
All this evility through formality
It's a sad sight to see
That lady to the snow the polite way
This is how I'D take it,
The kind way; the right way:
If I'm hit by some stranger's snow
I'd be like "shit, dude, it's aight!
Doncha worry, yo"
I mean, there's no need to pick a fight
Why ya gotta try to make em feel bad?
That ain't the right thing to do
That lady was polite, but I am kind
So, to y'all polite peoples, fuck you!
And I'm sorry if that's rude,
Speaking so bluntly
But y'all polite, mean peoples
Y'all are cunts, see
Politeness restrains you
Formality drains you
Of the kindred within your soul
So who cares if you're polite
Kindness is the goal!