Oxford Circus late at night
Crowds of wankers, lights shine bright
Down below the crowds that mill
Sits a sneaker calm and still
Who would drop you in this place?
Who has joined the unshod race?
Who would think their grand night out
Is better with one bare foot out?
I see you, shoe, and I see beyond
I see how great you’d be if donned
I see potential through the grime
I see the reason and the rhyme
Oxford Circus late at night
One lone trainer shining bright
The key to one foot’s endless roam
I envy the toes that take you home.
8 comments on “Shoe”
I’m sure if you like it so much, at this point you could just take it. The one shoed guy has gone into the night to start a new life, you could make this manky trainer part of yours. You could raise it like a child. A manky, soiled, tatty child.
I was almost singing this to the tune of ‘You can’t clean a sieve’ by the Papples.
I take it home because I already had two shoes on. Getting a third when I already had the same number of shoes and feet just seemed greedy.
So if you had three legs and three feets, but two shoes, you would have taken it, yes?
If I had three legs and three feets there’s no telling what I’d be up to. Taking a free shoe would only be the beginning.
I like where this is going.
So what’s the first thing you would do if you had three legs and three feets?
The first thing, the absolute first thing I’d do, is look down, and see my third leg and my third feet, and shout something like HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’VE GROWN A THIRD LEG. I think I would then have difficulty walking.
… and the second?