You can't know what it's like.
You there all high and mighty.
Thinking you can just put your foot down where ever you want to.
You dont even think about me anymore.

There's no real adequate word to describe this
it feels like my tongue is in knots
My sole has been ripped out and destroyed.
There are no more tears to pour from these eyelets.

Once I was your prized posession.
You saw me there
and you needed to have me.
You'da done whatever it took to get me,
I know it.
And now what?
Huh? A couple months'a good use
man we had some good times...
then where do I go?
Back on the market.
Free again? sure.

Do you know how it feels to be that low?
Like you're being pounded into the ground over and over again?
And then, when you just can't take it anymore
and start to show some wear and tear
BOOM! Quick as that
you're trashed, forgotten.
I'm one of the lucky ones.

Once you'da paid a good 100 for this hide
and now
I'm on the Value Village 5 dollar rack
sharing the space with some trashy pair of ballet slippers
telling me about her days as a star.
I say to her,
"Yeah baby, I know how ya feel.
One day you're getting compliments
left and right
the next they're stringing ya up
and staring at the next pretty pair that walks by."

This
is my life
as a shoe.

11/13/2003

Author's Note: :), told ya I'd get to it ;). thanks to JP Davies for this topic.

Posted on 11/14/2003
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