Shoes
Troye Belnap
Shoes,
shoes, shoes, my shoes are everywhere!
My feet cannot stand to be bare.
Some are white with pink laces.
It even looks like they might have faces!
They are taking over my room,
There won't be room for me soon.
I can hear them in my closet at night,
(I will tell you they've given me quite a fright.)
For when I open the closet door,
They are no longer on my floor
They are up on the ceiling
Getting jiggy with the feeling
Of being free.....
Free, that is, of me.
