If I Were a Shoe

If I were a shoe Every day I would be Looked at once or twice, Cleaned and polished, No matter when or who.

I would serve quietly, Praised for my quality, Loved for looking like that Or for what I could do.

I would have adventures In my life— Mud, dirt, parties, and woo!

I would be weaponized, Sexualized, In moments that lead to “Oh!”

I might even be famous, But most importantly, I wouldn’t feel a thing… I guess I’d love to be A shoe.