"Skuff marks" he says
with disgust in his voice
and he looks at my shoes
and says, "Garbage."
We both knew from before
what they'd do to his floor
but I wore them
inspite of the carnage.
They went with the look
so I snuck into my nook
and plastered the heels with
green lables.
"Advance Directives"
"Floor Protectives"
the scuffle and stuff
it disables.
I don't advertise
my messes or lies
they just find themselves out
and what's more
I simply rely on
the passing of time
now it's green from my heels
on the floor.
1 comment:
reminds me of some other stuck up tailor made (in NYC) faux patent feathers,I mean leathers-For cryin' out loud- those shoes made it on the front page of the new york times quite literally. Sticks & stones may break my shine, but names I was called behind my back never hurt me!!! I laughed so hard I buss a rib & peed my drawers!
Only you could pull ot off with such grace & dignity. Let's hear it for the "GIVE"!!!
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