Walking

Walking around for shoes,
Trying to buy what I always use,
refusing everything shape and style I see
only to have people want to kill me

We went north to south in our search,
from Yorkdale to Eaton's over sized perch
only to walk outside up Younge street
wishing there were new shoes at our feet

Points were awarded for those who owned
Points were lost for those who just sucked (I'm sorry but there no way to rhyme 'owned' with 'you suck')
In the end i got owned a lot
With Gary trying to look cool and hot

But Jon surprised most of all
With messages from Jenn making us stumble and fall
Questions were asked, jokes were spat
But in the end, we'd know Jon'd tap that

So Jon's off to Boston, Gary and I at home
Same old shoes on our feet, and Gary the bastard reminding me of homework (that right, you don't deserve a rhyme Gary)