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Half Stepping

You see them all the time, bogarding their way through a crowd You hear them ever so loud, bull horning their voice like a bad weather report Whole hearted fools into half stepping, pint-sized thinkers with big ten-gallon heads They’re always in a rush to deliver somebody else's plan, can’t ever make them hush when they start to grandstand Half stepping all over the place, it’s a crying shame, it’s an urban disgrace They think they own the phone booth paid by your dime, you see them phony Clark Kents Tony Stark posing all the time Changing into their Halloween costume, riding into your party on their rent-a-car broom Big, bad witches they all pretend to be, little sad snitches stabbing you in the back viciously You do the heavy lifting day in, day out — they don’t lift a finger, until it’s time to exit punch the clock Half stepping all over your space, it’s a crying shame, it’s a suburban disgrace Half stepping ... always trying to push to the front of the line Half stepping ... always ending at the back of the bus every time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 6/22/2017 6:10:00 PM
Like a kid with one knee in the wagon pushing himself? Now tell me how you really feel about them. Spill ink, Freddie!
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Date: 6/22/2017 1:28:00 PM
Great write Freddie :) xomo!
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