Today someone shouted at me.
         Move man.
     Move out the way.
I am always    moved I thought.

Moved in all sorts of ways.
Moved by love.
   Moved by Hate.
       Moved by the child that skins there knee.
           Moved by Passion
               Moved by hope.
                   Moved by my own intensity.

                                SO I SHOUTED BACK.
                                      NO MAN YOU MOVE!