steps my ass

They want to see the hero.  You just went in there my man, you didn't even think about it—you just gave that bum a quarter. That ain't no bum, that's a hobo. For all they know it's a gold dollar.  Your heart is a gold dollar.  Have to do the steps, my ass.  You even made contact.  That's why she's changing lanes.  Get you ready you, she's going to pull up to see the hero.  Don't look over now, be magnanimous.  Do something nonchalant or whimsical.  Drink your soda or something.  Do that right now.  Yea, she might be riding with her boyfriend...now.  She's probably telling him he should be more like you.  Shit, the boyfriend's probably telling her she should be more like you.  You can head your own text meditation meetings.  Ah, what am I saying, she's probably keeping it to herself.  The things she's realized oh so quickly, like common sense is always to do good.  She'll come back here same time next week, park along the bum waiting for you—your magnanimity is bi-weekly.  She knows you have more than a quarter.  She can probably go a couple more lights before he notices.  Hopefully there'll be an accident, a big one, the size of your heart.  All right man, let her have it, let her see they ain't no eyelashes it's a freakin' waterfa—ohp, no one there.  Where's the sanitizer?