The Shoe Spillage

 

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