So here I lay on a cold shelf for the price of $9.95
As they grabbed all of those on sale, I stay alone and cold
No one even thinks of my existence
Or how I’ve become what I’ve become
I owe it all to the farmer
He milked the cow
He bought the sugar
He got all the ingredients for my actuality
The work and effort is all rewarded to him
Because if not for him —
The kind lady wouldn’t have picked me up,
Paid the price,
And brought me home for Shavuot.Footwear
