My world rattles about on wheels
Scratched and worn from use
Home to my tired shoes and hard heels
Like I, it has taken much abuse
We roam the streets as a pair
In my skinny jeans I skid about
Every once in awhile they stop and stare
And sometimes they try and throw us out
But the rough gravel at my feet
Reminds me that I am rough, but complete
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