(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />My feet are so big that I have to wear clown shoes. <br />People keep pointing and laughing, what am I going to do? <br />Some people think that I'm Bigfoot when they see my footprints. <br />They shoot first and ask questions later, it's very intense. <br />One man shot me in the ass and I can still feel the heat. <br />I wish somebody would help me by cutting off my damn feet.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clown-shoes/
