ode to stan smith.
oh my stan smiths,
so shiny and new
you made me so glad
but now i am blue
i wore you to work
and walk, yes i did
all over the town
the big T.O. grid
so green and so white
i wore you with pride
but after a week
i felt a tear slide
first, dirt on the sole
then grease on the top
i tried everything,
even a mop
but nothing could do
to make you again,
a joy in my life
so this is the end.
(i love my adidas
but i have heard rumors
it looks to me now
i have to try pumas)
1 Comments:
Your rhymes lift my soul.
Peace.
12:00 a.m.
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