Shoes

Shoes all crumpled and squeezed Why can't you ever do as I please? Don't you know that it is a sorry sight To say that I possess you it gives me a fright! And also passers by so respect yourselves Or else out of my bag and onto the shelf! Shoes all disheveled and stressed I've spent many hours to make you look your best Your demeanour is forlorn I'm sorry but you'll no longer be worn That €10 I paid for you, I might've guessed You are my mirror image threadbare and stressed. Shoes all pockmarked with holes My feet are in agony from your dire souls No longer admire your colourful bows. See I've got dreams like dreamers do I can't call it a dream if I'm wearing you. But I will keep you thats for sure In your cardboard coffin not as a memory But as a reminder to next time spend wisely.