If the shoe fits. . .

Running through life
with banana peels
strapped to your feet
you learn about
pillows and duct tape
and speeding up
taking the turns
of fortune
tellers
marketing
my life line
out to the sea
big banana boat
sunscreen
we all screen
for sun screen
for cancer
ruling out
prognosis
not looking so
good on you
son

son
did anyone tell you
that you got
a strange sense
oh a dime
toothpaste
a sixth sense
of humour?

son
did anyone tell you
if the shoe shits
asshole pair
did anyone tell you
that you have
fruity shoes?

© Christian McPherson