Ache, ache, ache ache. . . .

No shin-splint sprain
or a broken toe is causing pain.
My shoe is starting to pester,
engendering a fester so unkind.

I need moonshine, or at least
a pint of ale or a glass of wine.
Foot and pavement collided
as down the street my steps guided. ..
Oxford ties that bind.

Ache, ache, ache ache. . . .

Aches, sole blister,
painful as a clyster
up the anus hole. . .ain’t so droll. . .
won’t be able much more to stroll.
Aches, sole blister,
painful as a fister
in the face, like a sharp right.

Shoes are shined, but that doesn’t mean
that they ain’t binding me.
Podiatric constriction
in addition to friction—they make me cry.
I’m so depressed—perhaps a small or large
particle had ingressed.

No relief from shoe; plight a-burgeons—belladonna
or some morphine; how I wanna anodyne!

Aches, sole blister,
painful as a clyster
or an active mole on a roll,
Gereing up to cornhole a vole.
Aches, sole blister,
painful as a fister
in the face, like a hard right.

I crave to be a slut for drugs,
like that fat and ugly mug who screams.
I’d be thankful for a slug
of straight Everclear glugged in one chug.

Shoe-free I should be podiatrically,
but the jammed things are glued to me—
toe jam acts stickily, adhesively.

Aches, sole blister,
painful as a clyster
up the drainage hole. . .can’t extol
what ails one so one cannot stroll.
Aches, sole blister,
painful as a fister
in the face. . .puts out my lights.
painful is this blister because I am so shoe-tight. . .

Too tight!!