~~~~ Le Boot Lament ~~~~
Down at Tractor Supply
Bought my Boots for a Prayer to a Dead Fly
Up at the Market Street
I bought the Salve
for my aching Feet
Damn the Tractor Boots
Up on Westerly Way ,
where the Shoppies from Hell
come out to play ,,
I found my Senses on display
below the Auction Bell
just to watch them fade away
Nothing here worth selling .
Nothing there worth Buying
Ah Ma , why are you Crying

On the Sky
the writers of the Script
have scrolled their lies
by the service of Dragon's Lip
while the Peasants and their Cries
fall deafening on Ears filled with Miracle Whip
and no one repeats their own Dying ,,,
Foggy Mist embroidered with Haze
as L.A.'s Totem
yes , all great Civ.'s Suffer Falling
On Sale ,,
The special Shoe of the Day is ?
Yes , Feet so sore , nothing seems to work no more
Ah Ma ,,, what's the Score I get for Trying ?
Every Man , has his own perception
Every Child has their own reception
Though mine was not
and those who had
left out the have not's
to die in loneliness and Rot
with nothing left worth their Crying
and so the " Investors " Profit
on the Shiny Objects of Desire
while you Purchase your Dreams
with a Plastic Card
as your Soul lays wanting .
at least your life doesn't seem so hard
though that's a Figment of my Taunting ,,,
and if you Die under darker skies then I ,,,
it's alright Ma , don't bother Crying ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I just penned it,
A nice little Song for our Classmates to enjoy
Nap time Class , I'll sing it , play it , on Acoustic Guitar to sooth you to sleep .
Nice of me , eh ?