Description: You want a description...aye yes. But hmmm. This is what I think that I will do. I think that I will please my mood and ramble a bit because indeed it makes me feel soo much better. But this is how I feel I say. I feel queer. So please I beg you just read my stupid little bit.
Inside My Shoes -------------------------------------------
and in the hole of my tenny shoes
my toes poke out
and they complain
and I guess that really I have nothing to gain
by keeping them this way
I guess that this injustice is ruled by spite
this ill mannered attempt to get back at life
only succeeds in hurting me
and I guess that everyone knows
that this self destruction is directly directed to my pitiful, pitiful toes
that reminds me - i need to cut my toe nails. they get to be a pain. if they aren't minded then they grow out of control - though that has never happened to me i don't think i want it. but when they do get really big i just have to cut them. i don't really feel like cutting them sometimes and i think that i'll just let em grow. but when they start poking at the ends of my shoes and i can't get thim in - that's a problem. u gotta keep an eye on the problem. any time it changes a little make a move who knows maybe that move will make all the bricks fall a part cause u hit the weak point and then you'll have one less problem to think about - like cutting my toe nails. well, that's my problem. it's gross, isn't it? . . . oh yeah - back to your poem, cool cool stuff.
Interesting and very original way of conveying a common message. That is always a good thing. The only complaint from me is that tenny shoes should be tennis shoes. Its sounds like tenny shoes when you say it fast though. :P LeAnna