Worn Sole


My sneakers trudge along the land
And have long wore away
To buy new ones, I had once planned
But I wasn't able to pay

And have long wore away
They tear beneath my weight
But I wasn't able to pay
I could barely fill my plate

They tear beneath my weight
Though I am only skin and bone
I could barely fill my plate
As reminded by my stomach's moan

Though I am only skin and bone
My life will still prevail
As reminded by my stomach's groan
This is a poor man's jail

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