"I like your shoes,
They’d look good on me," he said,
As he held a gun to my quivering head-
"Take them off now!
Before I fill you with lead"
He ordered as urine ran down the inside of my leg.
Shaking, I slipped my feet out of the shoes,
And I thought about the hunter
With the gun that made those snakes dead…
To cover my hole filled socks- where ever I tread-
I walked away-
And like those snakes, I too shed my new shiny skin
Author notes
I left my shoes...
That's your lead in. Take it wherever your thoughts send you
A contest entry
- Show a Little Humor Or... - closes after 15 entries by Touchof1der.
600 points, ended June 4, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You not only shed your boots, you filled them begore turning them over.
What an added surprise for the thief when he went to put them on.
Thank you for sharing your words with me and best wishes to in all of your endeavors. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use dear poet. Good luck in the contest! 
♥ Touchof1der
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