Flauntimity

On my nose, in my eyes, no shame. What shame do you have? What manners? Societal rules have left your fingertips, flow right into the cracks of the cement, unreachable, ungraspable. No longer seen by the world and they continue to soak into the soil. You have no rules, again no manners, no shame again. Rude. Where are my authoritative stances? Where are my no's and my get out's? Is this a test to learn to stand up, to tell you off, to kick you out? Yes. You'll not set foot in my home like this, so rude, so inconsiderate, so thoughtless of what you say. I once thought of you, your people, as nothing but manners but now I see the difference. Like between the French and British... nono, not good enough, between the Americans and Canadians. 

Good job, I may be writing about you and your people, but you specifically have caught me off guard, have ruined this post. You make me uneasy, I consider you a thief though I'm not sure, but... I have a bad bad feeling about you and I'll stick to it.