Step Aside You’re Blocking My Ride

Excuse me dude,

Not to be rude

But I’m not too pleased with your position

Step aside,

You’re blocking my ride

And I’ve got some place I just gotta be

You got good taste

And a choice standing place

But you gotta move and do it real soon

My hands are tingling

Keys ‘a jingling

Taking that ride to the races

Where the crowd will hear,

The sounds of my gears

Shifting down hard through the turns

Running real cool

On that Hi-Octane fuel

Accelerating with the greatest of ease

But I’m stuck ‘till you fly

Can’t you be a good guy

And step a couple feet to the left

That sweet checkered flag

Just waiting to snag

With the field in the dust far behind

Fans scream and shout

Infield burnout

Girls, Champaign, and even a trophy

I need to race

So get out of my space

I’m a driver and my temper is brewing

I might take a swing

I’m wearing a ring

Guaranteed you’ll have a knot on your head

Step to the right

Or we’re gonna fight

Better get the lead from your ass

Last chance

Step away, or we dance

Here’s your chance; what say you?

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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