The Abandoned Shoe Project

 

It's the unfinished sentences

Of the children on our refrigerators

That worry me the most

 

It's the Fake News

It's all the people

Living in their shopping carts

Without shoes

 

It's the abandoned shoe

On the street

And the Abandoned Shoe Project

And that there has to be

Such a thing

 

And the song is

Breakfast in a Brothel

Not

Message in a Bottle

 

While I remain bitterly silent

And sit in a cage

Like an animal

Full of outrage