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You said you needed my soup But I present my best and your faces melted onto my sneakers I only had the pair so I now walk barefoot I soon realized my predicament This was an unknown land and I lacked public transportation My space phone broke when I dropped the sky pool So I chain smoke for signals hoping for a reasonable excuse Thumbs would be out but I have trouble trusting strangers I make my way Three fields of concrete train track trance Overalls with the greasy gloves cold metal exposure Finally I see an outlet mall horizon Ten shops two in working order Past the thrift store with it's deceiving Lego sets Reminding me of infinite childhood disappointment Because the crucial pieces were always absent Sneaker shop with the cross Annoyed reception See my ***** feet and gasp Give me shoes I cry your Jesus demands it My lack of religion horrified the shoe salesman Who swore I would never wear his sandals I say gods don't dictate kindness people do I am acutely aware of my own hypocrisy I laugh with the rest when presented with crocks I hear their edible but a chew and a tooth goes flying They throw me out the door saying I'm my own problem now Now there's food for thought As long as it comes fried and delicious I will hear myself out I am an American after all
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
I came for the sneakers
You said you needed my soup But I present my best and your faces melted onto my sneakers I only had the pair so I now walk barefoot I soon realized my predicament This was an unknown land and I lacked public transportation My space phone broke when I dropped the sky pool So I chain smoke for signals hoping for a reasonable excuse Thumbs would be out but I have trouble trusting strangers I make my way Three fields of concrete train track trance Overalls with the greasy gloves cold metal exposure Finally I see an outlet mall horizon Ten shops two in working order Past the thrift store with it's deceiving Lego sets Reminding me of infinite childhood disappointment Because the crucial pieces were always absent Sneaker shop with the cross Annoyed reception See my ***** feet and gasp Give me shoes I cry your Jesus demands it My lack of religion horrified the shoe salesman Who swore I would never wear his sandals I say gods don't dictate kindness people do I am acutely aware of my own hypocrisy I laugh with the rest when presented with crocks I hear their edible but a chew and a tooth goes flying They throw me out the door saying I'm my own problem now Now there's food for thought As long as it comes fried and delicious I will hear myself out I am an American after all
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
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