Sliding along life, day by day
Looking for where his next grift would be
It kept things interesting.
Could be he’d hit it big or go hungry
Knowing would be boring, more fun to keep on sliding
Slipping out of her comfy slippers
Heaving open the front door, she slipped outside.
Onto the rain puddle filled mud slick path
Every nook and cranny of her feet were soon one with the earth
Still beat wearing those damned high heels!!!