Shiny Shoes - July 06, 2008

You and those shiny shoes,

golds and blues,

the intricate hues 

of the debutant muse.

In the endless expanse 

of the lost Losing queues,

you've ignited the fuse 

and burned down the clues;

Oh, you're skipping your dues

and you've missed all the cues

so you're easy to bruise,

and you've fucked up your ruse

feeling with faith

the farce of their 

fine feathered coos

and again it's you

you abuse.

And again it's you

that they use.