You got shoes.
They’re lined up,
toes towards the door.
mouths open,
these shoes got somewhere
to go.
They’re not stay-at[-home shoes..
They’re hit-the-road shoes
Get-out-of-my-way shoes,
They’re buzzing with energy.
Waz going to stay home,
work on my manuscript.
No chance.
Take me, take me, each pair calls.
Gotta decide fast.
I take my runners.
The speedy ones.
Lean. Mean.
Skedaddle.
Chuck on some clothes.
Out the door.
They hit the road.
They’re happy.
The others will get their turn.
Burn, burn, down the road.
crinkle the frosty grass
blow smoke
These vagabond shoes.
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