A Pair of Friggen' Flip Flops!
I've got these deviant flip flops
Cheaply made, I will admit
But they're masters of torture
Though you may not give a sh_t
The right's thong attachment
Comes loose with every step
I've tripped so far 8 times
I've even had times I wept!
I reattach this toe stud
Every minute, or less, I'm sure
And that's if I'm not too lazy
I should do it far, far more
I,ve pondered pragmatic solution
So far evasive ,it seems, to me
Duct tape (one of God's great wonders!!), glue, nails try horseshoes?
Drivin' me crazy as you can see
So I hung them on the wall
To be my dartboard's new bullseye
And squeal with great delight
Every time that I should hit them
I guess I'm quite a sight!
So is this what my life has come to?
My footwear my arch-enemy?
I suppose, just now, I'm ready once more,
For a psychiatrist's intense therapy.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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