Waiting for the boot to drop
Weird sense of peaceThey're getting along
Looking up; waiting for the boot to drop!
Car's running fine
Money in the bank
Looking at the clouds; when is the boot going to drop?
I don't see cleats or rubber soles
I know it's somewhere
If I catch it falling I can move
So I'm not under it when it drops!
I got a B
The computers still going
That hacker hasn't been seen in a month
Still waiting for the boot to drop
Over the horizon I see a man
Maybe thats where its hiding
The last one was a prize
He must've been the boot itself
Maybe its invisible footwear
Clear to let the sun shine thru
With a left one falling behind
Big and spiked and round and hard
To crush the good beneath it!
I'd say it's a shoe
But, my, it's me
Nothing in my life happens small
Somewhere close in the Great Beyond
There's a boot with my name on it,
Waiting to drop!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.