Shoes On Poem by Randy McClave

We walk upon the filthy grass
Upon which vermin and other animals once did pass,
And also where many had vomited and spat on the ground
And were owners and their pets are always bound.
In our shoes we will step in the mud
In our shoes we will step on unknown crud,
We will walk upon the many paths and roads
Which sometimes look filthier than some commodes.
We will walk through the crowded parking lots
Where food and garbage is tossed and it rots,
We've stepped on insects and also on bugs
And maybe even on the used implements of drugs.
We will kick many things that we don't want to touch
Like boxes, and cans, and bottles, and the such,
We will wash our hands because of diseases and germs
As that is the cleanliness next to Godliness terms.
We will always wash our hands before we eat
We unequivocally wash our hands when we get off the toilet seat,
But, many of us don't see it as both disgusting and a sin
When inside the home of others, we walk our filthy world in.

Randy L. McClave