My feet are stretched in front of me
For me to clearly see
The pathetic shoes that show my toes
Just like me when I make my paying pose
Their fabric is stained with soil
As am I with all my toil
And their soles are full of rocks
That tore their rubber blocks
I love my shoes
As welll as my booze
For they are just like me
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