Mile

 
Nobody can walk a mile in my shoes:
I don't have any feet
Your journey incomplete
No matter how you bleat
Your trip is only counterfeit
Your comments indiscreet
When meet met me on the street
You looked at me like a piece of meat
Your mindless chatter, way offbeat
Insensitivity is wash, rinse, repeat
If I could get up of my seat
You'd pay the bill without receipt
No surrender: No retreat
A yellow coward; I'd defeat
My victory would be complete
Your downfall would be so sweet
You'd feel small and so petite
If you cant stand the kitchen then get out the heat
Backseat, mistreat, beat, excrete, deplete
You'll be better mannered when next we meet
Or you'll end up drowning in boots of concrete
You can Facebook, Snapchat, twitter as you tweet
Your understanding how I feel is always incomplete
Don't try to judge me, don't try to unseat
Don't even lie to me bursting with deceit
Just shut your fuckin piehole and try to be discrete
Nobody can walk a mile in my shoes:
Cause I don't have any feet