The shoe in the factory
The shoe by the door
The shoe in the closet
Shoe be no more
I keep on walking
Trying to get away
But you don't slow down
You catch me again
I sit on a bench
For gum's on my heel
What you don't understand
This gum I must peel
We set off again
As we walk on home
Me on the top
And you down below
So hear me out
Little shoe down there
My feet are tired
Of you whom I wear
I put you with the garbage
As I must dispose
My feelings for you
Now I may repose
I stand here watching
The people outside
The beautiful sunshine
Others getting high
I ran out of food
I ran out of dope
I ran out of water
I ran out of hope
For I must supply
I must get more
But my feet remain
Bare foot whores
I actually really like that.
Lol. It's okay. :P