The Shoes Of A Clown

    

I hit the floor
right , left
every step
cracks run over
the tarmac , white pavement
I'm scuffed and ignored
stamped on ton by ton
this sole is of poor
quality , man made I think .

Run me down
'til I leak
then start to speak
then chuck me out
if I squeak too noisily
if I don't fit the clown's big feet
who stepped in shit
so clumsily
who lived to trip
a stumbled day
with no grip to slip
away from play .