Clown Shoes
(This is a fictional poem)
My feet are so big that I have to wear clown shoes.
People keep pointing and laughing, what am I going to do?
Some people think that I'm Bigfoot when they see my footprints.
They shoot first and ask questions later, it's very intense.
One man shot me in the ___ and I can still feel the heat.
I wish somebody would help me by cutting off my damn feet.
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