High Tops

High Tops

Pink tops, black stripped, tattered to the “t”

All styles that resemble me

These are my high top shoes

Laced in the back, laced in the front

Cris-crossed to the slit

Or lined to a crisp

Patterned with ruffle, or cropped with a smile

Scribbled with “I Luv Yous, and Fuck Yous”

Tapered at the bottom

These are my high top shoes

Loud colored siloets, hello kitty emblems

Mismatched socks that are stuffed right in them

I wear them sheik, I wear them down

There’s no wrong way to fit them round

These are my high top shoes

Having them tight, or keeping the tongue long

Is really a matter of choice

So just put the fuckin things on

There the first thinks I put on in the morning,

And the last things I would puke into

They’re the shoes I wear,

They’re my High Top shoes

5:35am

Nicilija Macklis