My Feet So Deserving

Sneakers so fly
I pass you by,
every HD colour in HI-VIS I want to buy.
Tongues wag,
eyes are poked,
I steam up the window,
peering in from my coat.

Box fresh
I want to undress you,
be soul to soul
even just hold you.
Your blue suede tries to persuade
my wandering eye
to slip in and try,

and all the while,
the sales guy,
attempting to catch my eye.
Commission on one condition,
only if I buy.

I love the Gortex,
the sealant,
the matching blue stitching,
oh just the idea and my toes are twitching.
The foot mirror would be tilted
my long legs would look stilted.
But one look at the tag,
and my its my heart that's now jilted.
At two-hundred pounds
I'll see you around.

Push on with the old,
the ones with the holes
the blisters
the pinching
the familiar stinking.
The smell is back,
and not to forget,
the big split in the back.
The stains from drink,
like drops of Indian ink,
Guinness and Baileys from the pub almost daily.
Stamping,
kicking,
100 miles of dogs shitting.
Over walls,
around the houses
puddles and mud,
everywhere I walk the familiar thud,
the clomping the clicking
the chewing gum sticking.

Keep working,
keep trying
and soon i'll be buying
but that's all for today.
I pass you by.
Sneakers so fly.