Very Bad Archive
Shoes
Andrew Black
Shoes
I have them in all colors
Even blues
But not Lead belly, no steel toes
Only leather, go to work, make my dough
Some of my shoes are red
Like my eyes
In my head
Or like my shoes on my feet
Cause I’m feeling like Cheech
No Chong cause the law says its wrong
But everyday I’m feeling fresh
Walking in some new kicks
Trying to make some money
Lickety split
I keep my shoes clean
From the tip to the tongue
Like peter pan
I don’t want to grow up
Got to stay young
Andrew Black has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Andrew's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Andrew's latest works: