Back to the Grind

I need new shoes. That's what people keep telling me, anyway. To them I say "Be damned! Take thy foul attitude and negative energy elsewhere! I shall not have it!" People generally leave me alone when I talk like that. People can't deal with thee's and thou's.

As for my shoes I have this to say: "Fair people of Wisconsin! If thou wouldst not pollute the very Earth that gives you life, verily I would go bare of foot, unshod through this bucolic and tranquil land! But alas, the pollution and buggery of this blessed state wouldst seem to be thine aim. Why else the infected needles and cigarette butts? Why else the herds and herds of beasts left free to trample the flowers and, worse, to smear the land with ochre piles?

They do not answer, but perhaps this is for the best.

For more than likely they are still chewing.

So for now I wear shoes, but sadly. I will not shine them, nor wipe them, nor replace them. Let them become worn and threadbare! Let them be a symbol of protest against the rampant and ever-present pollution!

Let them.....oh, for christ's sake! I've stepped in a puddle of the most foul, unmentionable stank!

I need new shoes.


M. PotPie