There’s a spillage from the table

All the way to the door

A trail and a mess 

All over the floor

Although I’m a barista

It’s not what you think

There’s no slippery when wet

For it’s not just a drink

Upon closer inspection

It should be a pair

The owner that had them

Must be in despair

Full coverage

Two steps 

Now an open toe

Hundreds and thousands

A lace and a sole

Oh my god 

The spillage 

It’s a broken shoe

How this occurred you don’t have a clue

So

you sweep and you sweep 

Retrace every step

It’s got you thinking

It’s made you aware

The cost of living is one big mess

And if you’ve got fresh kicks

Well 

You must be blessed