Worship Your Feet Poem by Sylvia Chidi

You want a diamond and gold shaped locket
And a fat share of my dollar sized pocket
I beg, I beg
Watch those legs
The soles of your feet
Need a comfortable seat
Uncomfortable shoes will make you retreat
And you will walk the path of shameless defeat

For the city of Paris has no definition
Once I would have merely given it a distinction
I beg, I beg
Give those legs meaning
Walk as if you are winning
Foisting of competition
Searching for my name
For the game is walk with no shame

You want to be superstar
And get the chance to drive super-fast cars
I beg, I beg
Watch those legs
For the city of London has no obvious ignition
Blocks of high-rise buildings are its recognition
If my feet walk off the ground
Will my soul stay quietly spell bound?
For there is a certain silence without sound
When that ever-lasting peace is well-found

You want a cold beer
And live your life as if you don't care
Worship your feet
When you walk on the street!
Worship your feet
In the rough cold and the heat!
On your marks - Take off!
Worship your feet as you worship your tits!