lurking under the deck of my cousin's best friend
I spot shoes I want and shoes I hate
a few striped stockings, a cracked snow shovel
everything's better when viewed from a hovel
I must say, Joquain, you were correct
the berth of the deck is quite enough
if only we could stay under here for a whole month
staring at the bottoms of things
when viewed like an iceberg,
people seem so much more tolerable
their shoes reflecting nothing but a few pebbles
striking off between sets of four wheels
if they have heads is inconsequential, Joquain,
because my cousin's best friend's deck
lets me see their most important activities
without their emotional pain
and I really value shoes in a person
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