A Terrible Place for Shoes

I remove my shoes beside my bed; Morning comes, I trip and fall And bust my head. What a terrible place for shoes! Evening comes and I sit down in my room After working like a fucking idiot slave. I remove my shoes, But I feel the pain... So I throw my shoes across the room. Morning comes again; I make my way to the bathroom And before I know anything I'm on the ground. What a terrible place for shoes! The day drags on as Headaches and embarrassment Follow me around throughout my daily adventures. They laugh at me and grind my cells So I take a few vicodin. The day comes to an end and In my opiated stupor I remove my shoes and Leave them by my bedside Once again. Morning comes And I'm on the ground For the third time. This is it. I've had enough. No more fucking shoes In the house. I train myself to leave All shoes in the front hall. This should do the trick. I wake up the next morning And all the shoes are gone! Christ... I must have forgotten to Lock the front door. Damn kids...

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