Lets Trade Nikes Poem by david yessuff

My friend Joy texted me and asked

'Can we please trade Nikes? ,

because i dont want to be in mine anymore.'

'Another mile walking in these,

and Ill throw them away

for maggots and earth worms to explore.'

'My black Nikes are scuffed up' I answered

'You wouldn't want these to wear.'

' I really dont care' She said,

'I'd trade shoes with anyone

to be out of these busted white things,

I swear! '

A few days later, I went to visit Joy at work

in the local grocery store

only to find out from her manager,

that she committed suicide the night before.

Damn. I guess my Nikes aren't as scuffed up as I thought,

compared to the ones that Joy wore.