This poem usually follows a long po-faced ramble about my years of people watching, the valuable insights I have gained from it and how the poem is a distillation of what I've learned, the title coming from the most important of these lessons. It's all nonsense of course, just there to contrast the silly, brief nature of the poem.
Be Nice
"I HATE YOU" said the boy,
But nobody listened...
"YOU'RE A WANKER" said the woman,
And somebody punched her...
"Your cute" I said,
Guess where that led...