Lea I told my man, my shoes they pinch. My man, with love he said to me Oh no they can’t, they don’t at all.
I told my man, my feet they say My shoes they pinch me bad a lot. My man, again with love he said My feet, they say them shoes Don’t pinch your blessed feet at all.
I told my man, my feet they are Attached to me, as such you see I know they pinched me bad a lot My steps are wobbly, my range is small I long to stride and pace at will. My man with love, he said to me I know your shoes, I know them well My grandpa with his clones made them For granny and her clones, they are To last and last forever more And not by word or deed were they Adverse to wearing those them shoes.I told my man, my feet are large Unlike your granny’s hardened feet And your mummy’s deadened feet See how they strain and pull the seams That holds them in their gnarly shape.
My man he did, he called his clones They brought their scum, who brought their drums And all of them with shiny daos That long had served them since time past.At last, at last, I sang aloud The time has come, my feet shall breathe My toes shall spread and they shall be The shape that they were meant to be.
Or do I thought, until I saw They marched me down, they marched me up Past Barefoot Lot and Clichés Park Through Immemorial Lane and Manhood Hill And there on Ego Slab they did They cut my feet to fit them shoes.My daughters dear, I say to you Them shoes that cripple mother’s feet Shall fray and fall, I say to you For when they cut my feet to size They broke the string that ties me down.