The young woman who lived in her shoes,
She had so many, she didn't know what to do.
Christian Louboutin didn't really know Christ,
Just hell bent for leather with over the top straps.
Jimmy Choos slapped high prices on clown shoes;
Manolo Blahnik laughed at gullible vanity;
It had made him rich, fools and their money,
Lands in his pocket. For a brand name
Will turn ordinary crap into coveted treasure.
But what's in name. Well, I'll tell ya...shame!
You Wanna Buy Shoes
Poetry By Mark Edgemon
From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE
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