H.+Extended+Metaphor+Poem

Cha-ching, the sound every pair of shoes loves to hear when he’s at the register. Shoes are the love of my life. They comfort me in my time of need. Shoes are the quiet sea; a fresh pair of Jays always calms my soul. Splash, the sound I dread to hear as my shoe becomes drenched with water on a rainy day. A wet pair of Jays is like a butterfly with saturated wings. Basketball begins to break down the soul of my shoes. My Jays dread the thought of it, however, they must fulfill the destiny they were designed for. Peacefully passing through the park; a pile of poo awaits the bottom of my Pearls Washing poo off a shoe is like scraping rust off an old car, long and tedious. As I fear I will never revive my soiled shoes from the attack of the poo. I came to a sudden realization; shoes are my drug. But I never want to be clean.