Shoes, shoes, shoes

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand

Shoes, shoes, shoes
they come in many hues


Shoes, shoes, shoes
come in reds, greens and blues


Sometimes shoes, shoes, shoes
come in purple, or pink
but my my do some of them stink–


a smell which walks into noses
and inspires them to forget the scent of roses.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Published by Lazarus Shatipamba

Hi there! My name is Lazarus but my friends call me Laza. You can too. I'm a young adult from the sunny, windy city of Windhoek, who is on an odyssey of sorts. Call it a spiritual journey through my imagination into my soul, to discover what keeps me whole, and brings me closer to my Higher Self.

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