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 © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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