031710c More Than My Feet Poem by Manonton Dalan

cow's skins litter my room, you too
some are in boxes, filed three high
brown, black, soft, hard, combination
honestly, still planning for some more
maybe that feeling of owning many
maybe feeling power over somebody

i notice it's cutting on my outing time
sometimes i can't decide which one
i swear i end up with old black trusty
readily available outside my closet
so what's the use of those in boxes
i don't know, maybe for dust to settle

oh! they are not of same sizes, why
maybe on sale and i just pick 'em up
one up or down does it really matter
add or subtract number of your socks
as long as you shine it very, very good
nobody ever bothers where you stood