Poetry on a subject as divisive as Marmite: feet.

With thanks to Toa Heftiba for use of the image.

I don’t like feet
Especially yours
But said something nice
About them anyway
But you know the score
Know that at the bottom
Of your legs are
Two hideous obscenities
So saw right through
My insincerities
Said mean things
About me back
Though they weren’t true
I’m just too beautiful

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