Question:
Hurrah! Jason has a new song. Lately, he's been getting more and more into blues music. So he wrote a blues song.
Scuffed
Brown leather shoes, tossed in a corner.
Worn and scuffed toes, and black soles made of rubber.
Put down without a care as to their fate in the evening,
Ignored and neglected until the next time they’re needed.
And I place them by my bed, because I feel sorry for them,
By a vase full of roses, broken, beautiful and lost,
In the dust of the week before, nobody knows they’re there.
I slip on the shoes, and I walk outside, in the bright daylight.
An old man sits on an old bench with a sign in his lap.
He looks at me; he says, “What’s with the shoes?
Can you spare them for an old man with a case of the blues?”
I smile and turn my head; I throw his comment to the wind,
Disregarded as a homeless madman,
Raving with a sign in hand, and a puzzle in his head
That he just can’t seem to understand.
He looks on the sidewalk, for a nickel, a dime,
A spare quarter, given a mime,
That he dropped, ‘cause he stopped,
And nobody cared to tell him that he lost it.
Five minutes ago, the day was finally over,
And the shoes are back in their place,
Ignored again in the corner.
One more week, one more layer of rancid dust.

Answer:
*Coughbumpcough*
I'd like to take the number of views and lack of critiques/comments as a sign that this song is perfect. Har har har. If only. Anyway... yes. Any critiques or comments?
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Originally Posted by H.M. Murdock Hurrah! Jason has a new song. Lately, he's been getting more and more into blues music. So he wrote a blues song.
Scuffed
Brown leather shoes, tossed in a corner.
Worn and scuffed toes, and black soles made of rubber.
Put down without a care as to their fate in the evening,
Ignored and neglected until the next time they’re needed.
And I place them by my bed, because I feel sorry for them,
By a vase full of roses, broken, beautiful and lost,
In the dust of the week before, nobody knows they’re there.
I slip on the shoes, and I walk outside, in the bright daylight.
An old man sits on an old bench with a sign in his lap.
He looks at me; he says, “What’s with the shoes?
Can you spare them for an old man with a case of the blues?”
I smile and turn my head; I throw his comment to the wind,
Disregarded as a homeless madman,
Raving with a sign in hand, and a puzzle in his head
That he just can’t seem to understand.
He looks on the sidewalk, for a nickel, a dime,
A spare quarter, given a mime,
That he dropped, ‘cause he stopped,
And nobody cared to tell him that he lost it.
Five minutes ago, the day was finally over,
And the shoes are back in their place,
Ignored again in the corner.
One more week, one more layer of rancid dust.
I think it's got some pretty creative lines.. It really paints a picture for me.. I can see every line in motion in my head. It's like reading a good book. I hardly ever listen to blues, so I'm not sure what to compare it to. I like the lyrics you have.. I think my favorite part is the second to last stanza.
Good work man,..
Swank
Answer:
great song. like swank said the image is very clear and easy to picture.