Hey Mr. DJ, were you always so selfish?

All my friends wanted was a night of dancing to great music, to lose ourselves to the beat of some old school early 90's (or perhaps late 80's) hits. Maybe some Michael Jackson, or his sis Janet. So we planned the evening, went to the dance club only to find....a selfish DJ. This poem is for my friend Tania, who was just as disappointed as I was that we did not get our dancing needs filled that evening....

Selfish DJ

Hey Mr. DJ, were you always so selfish?You hoarded your crayons as a Little Boy
Didn’t you.
Breaking them into a millions pieces…
So the girl in pigtails would cry.
Hey Mr. DJ, were you always so selfish?
Taking the car
To do..well nothing.
On the night your younger brother
Had his Big Date.
Hey Mr. DJ, were you always so selfish?
I think I saw you on the metro yesterday
Yellow shirt, khaki pants?
Yes.
It was You.
You Rushed to grab a seat
Before
The elderly woman could.
Hey Mr. DJ, were you always so selfish?
I look around in Wonder now
To see the only one dancing is You.
Your Hand....the only one in the air
Your sweat..the only sweat glistening
Your heart...the only one pumping
And I can't help but ask myself, Mr. DJ were you always this selfish