WALK ON BY
You think you know how to walk in my shoes
Better than I do; your judgment is large
Let me crack your face; hear this shocking news
With your weak foundation you can’t take charge
Barely striding smoothly on your own path
But got the nerve to be directing me
I’m attempting not to serve you my wrath
Got me about to shriek like a banshee
I did not ask for your wack conclusions
Approaching like psychic with crystal ball
You need to clear up those grand delusions
Tend to your own unlaced shoes ’fore you fall
Quit making my life your freaking campaign
Or my foot in your ass you will obtain
Copyright 2014
Charlene E. Green
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