I stare him down 

He chuckles 

Plowing forward 


I don't shuffle 

As expected 


Shoulders bump 

I receive a glare


If this city is the teacher 

Grit is the lesson 


Doesn't matter who you are

How tall, short, fat, thin 

Well dressed or homeless


You've got to throw a few elbows 


No one is going to lay down the red carpet for you 

Not until you're above the tax reform 


PoetryLily MoeComment