DIRTY SHOES

Nothing feels new,

All I smell are dirty shoes,

Back to the old news of how good people are few.

“I had no shoes”

Was an ex-president’s debut

On someone’s conscience I grew,

Though my words were few.

On some premeditated views,

I alone she did choose.

It was not anything of muse,

since life is a SHE on high heeled shoes,

in it I found my blues.

Silly me, silly you,

The chemistry was induced.

Although I did not choose,

And of me there was plenty news,

To many I became a muse.

They all entertained my views,

And I turned reggae into blues.

Gradually I grew,

And my first was a debut,

Right now than many, I have got more shoes.

The doubts about me are few,

And of me alone, than white house they have more news.

I still smell dirty shoes,

although the scenery is new,

of my past, nothing feels new.

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