Man do they ever stink
My feet - if they had noses
They would tell each other
To go take a shower.
I guess I could walk them to
The bathroom and subject them to
The water torture of too low pressure -
But what good would that do -
They'd just rebel tomorrow
Stepping into their fetid
Tomb of shoes - walking away
Right and left leaving a carbon imprint
Upon the olfactory organs of their owner and
Wherever they have trod.
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