Nike Sneakers

Stop Look Listen!

This Emergency is Dire

I've Perched myself on a Telephone Wire

Crowds have gathered below 

I'm starting to Perspire

I do not want Money or to Be known as Sire

All I Ask to soothe my Psyche

Is a simple pair of sneakers with a swoosh 

And the letters spelled N-I-K-E
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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