But what have you not is
wheels on your soles of your shoes
not shoes toes (and heels) like me
slaloming along the hallways and mallways
humming my songs stimming my hands
through your missing fingers
While wearing the glum smile of one who
who cannot operate the stop button
so just keeps yelling louder like
it was always meant to be this way
and not the victim of
invasive arthroplastic prosthetics
following a catastrophic escalation of
double or quit, truth or dare games
So now I'm rolling rolling veering
having trouble steering
crashing into pillars
staying clear of windows
there are no brakes is what I'm trying to say
On the plus side I'm taller
and faster, and am making some loot
as in raking it in
from the foot
fetishist
fraternity
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