I'm 14 and I don't know how to tie my shoes.
I've tried, but only a certain pattern in the way you tie them makes the right knot.
My mom has to tie my shoes for me and she's not afraid to be bitter about it.
Kids laugh at me when I walk around with them untied because I can't fix them.
They always say how they hope I trip, but I'm going to do the opposite.
Today my mom is going to be so proud of me, I found a way to make a knot that works. Though it's not with shoe laces.
I went to the hardware store and bought a rope.
Then I went into my backyard and tied that rope around my neck just like a shoe lace.
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PoetryListen, I write poems, but I write really shitty ones. You're going to hate them and that's the whole point of sharing them. I hope you hate them and I hope you talk shit about them. Bye.
