Poetry

Friday, 29 November 2024

Dead men's shoes blues

 I'm walking around in a dead man's shoes

But he had a big foot print

So I know I can't lose

I'm still walking around

In a dead man's shoes


I wouldn't say it harms me

I wouldn't say I've got

The same size feet as him

But I can still fill his plot


He's got big boots to fill

And currently I've not

Still I ain't got the blues

Just walking around in

A dead man's shoes


Don't kill me with kindness

But you can kill me with love

Hate is an engine 

And its mind is hot

I've seen a freight train

Rolling into the lot

But these dead man's shoes

Keep me living my plot

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