oh, these new
black boots:
beautiful pseudo-
combats with strong, thick
lacing all the way up past my ankles;
it's a new lease on life!
a tantilization towards
the seedy and criminal--
oh, they call to me:
dangerously curved,
five-inch rubber heeled
Souls; shining, silvery
studs; they cry out
in an anthem
to the Hard Life, begging
to walk the narrow streets,
(streets so kicked up
and fallen under
you can't tell concrete
from rubble),
oh, they plead with me:
"walk us, MISUSE us,
abuse us,"
and i'm giving in, airily
succumbing to the grime
of suburban ghetto life,
brazenly brandishing
these weapons of
womanly warfare:
my boots.
my sii-ii-iinfully black,
craaazily bold,
big, beautiful
BOOTS.
Reason for writing:
? what else ? i dont think i've met a woman yet who doesn't just enjoy going out and buying a new pair of shoes and loving the way they make every outfit feel like new...vain, i know, but true... :)
Birth sign: Taurus
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