Shoes One Wear Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one survives in the city,
On looks to just look pretty.
Or...
How they may walk.
Or...
How they may talk.

No one survives in the city,
On looks to just look pretty.
Or...
Cash had that is flashed.
Or...
How quick they get it had.

Shoes one wear they tie up,
With eyes they keep open wide...
To know which way they're going.
And...
Knowing where they're at.
With facts kept intact,
Will not be distracted...
By temptations to get them,
Off track.

No one walking in the city,
Can survive on just looking pretty.
Or opinions given mentioned,
By those sharing their pretentions.

Shoes one wear they tie up,
With eyes they keep open wide...
Will not be distracted.
To know where they are going.
Where they've been and where they're at...
To not let any distractions,
Get them to stray away from their tracks.

No one survives in the city,
On...
Cash flashed.
Or...
How quick its had.
Or opinions given mentioned,
By those sharing their pretentions.

Shoes one wear they tie up...
May be tight.
But if they are not yours it's alright.
The shoes one wear they tie up...
May be tight.
But if they are not yours it's alright.

No one survives in the city,
On looks to just look pretty.
Or...
How they may walk.
Or...
How they may talk.
Or...
Cash had that is flashed.
Or...
How quick they get it had,
To see it go to beg.