Don't try to analyze this one.
it's not that kind of poem.
There's no way you could understand it.
No way you could know 'em.
So what if you have 'em
or you've seen 'em once or twice?
Still, don't try to comprehend this one.
Just take my advice.
Grant it, you've been in my shoes,
but you haven't seen them from this height.
You've never been considered a coward
'cause it seemed you had every right to fight.
These boots were made for more than walking.
There purpose not just for show.
They push me higher than two inches.
In fact, I'm higher than you know.
Oxymoronic torment
lifts my every affliction.
Conceited by inferiority
and its elite contradiction.
so I guess you don't understand it
no one ever will.
It's just not that kind of poem
ya gotta learn to chill :).
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