It's hot, kids have TV on loud, the much-maligned
moonboot is evil, the doctor said, the only problem
is in your head - throw boot away, start exercising,
you useless Taugenichts, wasting my time like this
Evil I slink away, dastardly evil-incarnate-moonboot
in my hand, doctor growling, how DARE you come
here wearing a thing like this, go away, you devil's
spawn, get you some exercise and be done - yes,
I can see he's right - in my bones I feel demons,
my terrible foot's taking me straight to hell…
[2 December 2014]
[2 December 2014]
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