oxford

A/N: prompt is about shoes and empathy. tnx jono.

i stole your oxford shoes, buddy.

its tab mocks me, the eyelets say

‘find your own sole, poor little soul’

and i did.

i stole your oxford shoes, buddy.

the fine leather shines

as your face does in the last days of the month

it gets all dirt poor dirt bag though

few weeks tops.

it did.

i stole your oxford shoes, buddy.

for you do not say a word

of your own laces

they close like your eyes would at noon

in the middle of buzzing works at August.

they still do.

i stole your oxford shoes, buddy.

and i will give it back

i’ve had enough of

being in your shoes,

buddy.

i’ve had enough.

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