The world moving with time
Im moving with none,
I went to the ghetto to see my brothers
They went to church to see sisters
And i don't mean nuns,
Scared of what's coming!
So i flee back to the suburbs
But I don't mean the urban,
Im kinda higher more like the hills
Just pointier,
supporting woman and I hope I don't break,
Its hard this side so we keep it in
If you know what I mean.
Moving from side to side
Changing to one but hoping for none
Riddles and codes, the middle roads
So I took the high way
To drive my way
East and west......
Right and left......
so pull over mister!
Me stop? Like never!
I don't believe in time nor space
Just Me, myself and I
We the super race,
A family of me
If you know what I mean.
Categories:
pointier, cheer up,
Form: Verse
Of a woman's shoes I've heard
The pointier the toe
The higher maintenance she be
How high the heel will show
How high society her needs
I suppose to this there's truth
For flat and wide and comfy
Are the shoes for me
Kind and smart and funny
And down to earth my needs
17.08.01
Composed for John Lawless'
Two Pair Of Shoes Contest
Categories:
pointier, funny, introspection,
Form: Rhyme