There is something I should tell you
There is something wrong with me
There is something I am lacking
It's called Virtue Deficiency.
I'm not very good at waiting
I'm not happy hanging round
I'm not content with later
I am Impatient, I have found.
There are meek souls who wait in line
There are some who won't pursue
There are those who bide their time
And wouldn't dream of jumping queue.
Not me, I'm tired of forbearance
Not me, I hate being "good"
Not me, I'm not rewarded
For any attempts at sainthood.
Don't tell me more will come later
Don't tell me I ought to wait
Don't tell me, I can't hear you
You took too long, now it's too late.