"In These Shoes?"
By Silver Spun Sand
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Say – it’s all right for some;
bleedin’ freezin’, that’s me!
You ain’t, are ya mister,
in yer posh limousine?
So! You’ve wound down yer winda.
So there is life on Mars!
Say, what I wouldn’t give
for one of them cars!
Especially right now;
see me shoes ’ave been nicked.
I ’ope them who's pinched ’em,
they don’t soddin’ fit!
Thought I’d get some in Oxfam
but a bloke threw me out
and I weren’t doing nothin’
’cept lighting me snout.
If ya don’t mind me sayin’ –
them’s posh leather shoes.
Must ’ave cost yer a packet;
they still look brand new.
Hey, what’s eatin’ ya mate?
Ain’t ya never seen feet?
Bit grubby, I’ll grant yer,
but they scrub up a treat!
Speaking of which,
me beauty sleep beckons
and this ain’t a bad spot,
Say – what d’ya reckon?
Did you say something guv?
No, I don’t do no crack.
Drugs is a mug’s game,
so I learned a while back.
’Ere, I tell you what mister –
you don’t look so hot;
see, the road that you travel
I already trod. If you paid me
a fortune, I’d ’ave to refuse.
I'd rather go barefoot ...
than walk a mile in your shoes.
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Good voice poem. Probably
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Indeed a good voice poem.
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Love the rhythm and sound
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You do work fast Tina. I
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Another fine piece Tina -
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if you don't already know it
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very witty, and enjoyable.
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Really enjoyed this Tina,
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Hi Tina. I like the twist
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Great stuff Tina, the voice
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this is unpolished and edgy
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new Silver-spun-sand this is
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Wow you really are quite
Rebecca
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