i ♥ trainers
They got me so befuddled I think I am my shoes
I am, I think
Therefore I wear stripes swoosh tick
Sold myself a two step hype trick
Sometimes I’m retro, sometimes classic
Must have them to be
I
They what help me race thru life, &
If I buy enough I get free air-miles
On a roll with the proper plimsolls
My soul’s encased, newly branded with a sporting chance
Coz buying an identity’s an important matter
If I make a wrong choice there’ll be no-one left to flatter me
When all the world’s a stage & I land me a bit part
Sucking off life down some back-ally
For arranging my laces oh so carefully
There’s just one problem, my secret fear
I can’t take them off in case I disappear.
Comments
Just forget it!
what? forget what? my ART?
maybe someone spiked my adidas wt acid, if i had some.
– fleur14
As in just forget about the importance of shoes, not your art.
The writing littered with great lines.
:) why thankyou sir
though not really indignant whatever – just playing
i’m still forgetting there’s no intonation in internet land.
ooo ‘just forget it’ ‘just do it’ – ‘just got it’ !
(see side bit)
– fleur14
solid social commentary. i was a ‘gola’ slut myself, but only because mum didn’t ‘understand’ (give a shit) and wouldn’t cave to the relentless pressure of prepubescent collectivism
i would spike your trainers with acid but they’re too small for me.
lol quirky, i like it
i got a thing for cool sneakers too…nice piece :)
My dog eats peoples sneakers…