All alone
In the middle of the floor
Lies a leather brogue -
Nothing less, nothing more.

It's toes are battered,
Ripped and weary -
In fact the whole scene
Is a little dreary.

The deceased shoe's lodger
Along with his feet,
In sprawled horror,
Lies broken and beat.

A once great mind
Here lays at rest.
There's no doubt about it,
It was one of the best.

And just one thing
From his hand, I pry -
An empty bottle,
****** bone dry.