Everyday I look down at the ground
Everyday I see my feet
Everyday I wonder why
Toes are looking up at me
Do they have eyes
That I put in my shoes
You'd be sad
If that was you
Do they have ears
To hear every word
Can they hear music
Or listen to birds
Do they have noses
Can they smell our socks
That could be delightful
But probably not
Do they have mouths
And taste our feet sweat
How would you like
A shoe as a bed
Are they feet fingers
Fingers for feet
I really don't care,
But why, why do they have to stare
At me?
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