To all those skinheads who purchased our boots
especially the British, it's you we salute
with a holler and yeller, the cry of a brute
you kicked many arses, such are the youth
Are you even a skinhead if you don't wear our gear?
a pair of old sandals would not instill fear
practical men's shoes? no one gives a hoot
A foot doing the kicking needs a Doc Martens Boot
Some of you skinheads are now in the ground
Dr Martens left sitting in the 'lost and the found'
I've heard the eulogies, some quite profound
'He loved his Doc Martens!' 'His shoe choice was sound'
For all of you skinheads those boots are your passion
though some of you wore them only when it was fashion
that cherry red smooth with its fine yellow stitching
looked great on the tough guys and the girls who liked bitching
We sold the most boots in that Great London City
where the boot boys are ugly and their girls are so pretty
shining their boots off the nitty and gritty
to the arses they've kicked, we extend our kind pity
So thank you dear Skinheads for all you have done
raising our profile while you had your fun
wearing our cherished 1460 boot
'God bless you Sweet Skinheads!'
It's you we salute!'
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Weird Reads
PoesiaPoems & Prose to read when your coffee is on the brew. A mixture of the light and dark in life. Strange writing from the pen of a weird mind. Caution advised before reading.
