What a Tale I'D Tell
If I could just use my tongue, oh what a tale I'd tell
One filled with your neglect, that's made my life hell
You've worn me out; you've filled me with holes
There's a gash in my side; nails stick out of my soles
You get me all dirty; then you throw me around
You flood me with rain; I'm so damp I could drown
When you take me off, you toss me aside
Are you ashamed of me? Should I run and hide?
Well, I shall get even with you, my ex-friend
I'll pinch you in the sides, in the front, in the end
When you need me to shine for a special affair
I'll show all my scuffs and scratches, you'd better beware
And if you go to get new shoes, that'll be your death knell
No one'll sell you a pair, the way your feet will smell
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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