These shoes are a pair of grumpy old men
forced to be together
They could never agree
yet could not live without the other.
One mocks the other for the way it stinks
The other condescends on his company’s scuffs and kinks.
Each one thinks himself to be superior than his mate
giving each other names laced with spite and hate.
So, going on and on
they shamble down the road
dragging the same body
leaving behind a confounded world:
they do look the same
they do sound alike
one thinks he is going left
the other going right.