I’ve been doing research lately,
Finding patterns in shuffles.
Learning little about most,
Yet most about some,
Some tend to whistle, most seem to hiss.
Those who accommodate, in no rush to their next place,
Pay no mind to obstructions on designated walking space.
Those who need speed, as though their destination will flee,
Choose losing battles repeatedly.
Where would you fall today if confronted with a scuffle?
Both calculated maneuvers,
Equivalent in risk,
One you might whistle, the other you may hiss.