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Dirty Shoes
It fell flat like a joke
Just like poking fun at the bearded misfortunate
But, with a hint of truth
But, aren't we all just searching for something stable to hold on to
Given our fortune or luxury
Given our calloused hands or dirty shoes
A penny in a tin can
A Lexus in the driveway
An envelop of food stamps
Losing hair over bills to pay
It hit just like a rocket
Steady and controlled now, landing on the moon
Ticking just like a clock it
Touched down with the whole world looking on as if a beast in a zoo
But, those people didn't deserve it
As the rest of us just ignore it, staring down at our dirty shoes
It seems it's always coming
The new apocalypse, the newest savior, the ten o'clock news
But, aren't we all just suffering
With little petty problems like stitching in designer labels just to
Justify our worth to others
All while digging out more dirt to pile on our already dirty shoes
