If I were a shoe

Only fallen brave soldiers would wear

They would stand bold and face the adversities

Wake which only keen courage’s bare.

If I were a shoe

With thistles n’ black

I would walk to the peace

Those only angels can fact

Of gold gleaming and glistening loins

I would visit the children of unearthing forlorn

Caught captivated by green thistles n’ thorns

And comfort them with kisses and gold living wishes

That Rape distilled with calluses and corns

If I where a shoe with big buckles intact

I’d kick the living shit out of molesters and rats

Who cut the emblical right out of the pack

By ravening woolsheds and back doors of whack!

I would shoot with beady gun shot holes

Right in the back! Lead avengers of steel

N’ unfastening wheels, to discourage their mutinous attack!