I need to bleach my laces
My combat boots all grim
Economy however faces
Budgetary shims
At level ground they appear sound
To parade upon the mall
Upon close inspection repulsion follow
Courtroom charcoals draw
Up near ankle all is tidy
The only rankled are the mighty
What soles real walk
It's corporate sidewalk chalk
Sooner later stitch unwind
I'll barefoot by the beach
Boss will give me gaza
After preaching out a speech
I need to glue my morals
For that I'll need a horse
Our kingdom is over barrels
Oil that powers hearse
My Sunday best for easter brunch
A parasol to thwart the rain
Cherry blossoms confetti visions
Leaving less I need explain
2024
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