2024-07-10 at 11:21 PM UTC
In a land where sneakers reign supreme,
Where culture gleams in basketball dreams,
Shoes aren't just footwear, they're trophies bright,
Worn with pride, a symbol of might.
They lace up in the flashiest kicks,
Spending fortunes, chasing tricks,
More on the gleam of shoe soles red,
Than on the car that runs ahead.
Riding low, rims sparkling bold,
Their wheels shine, their engines cold,
For trends are set by reckless will,
Disobeying laws with thrill.
Responsibility tossed aside,
In pursuit of swagger, they ride,
No respect for those around,
Yet chicken's the staple they've found.
In this culture, bizarre and grand,
Where sneakers rule and cars are canned,
They dance to tunes of shiny things,
Ignoring consequences life brings.
But amidst the glitz and the gleam,
Lies a truth in this extravagant scene,
That responsibility's weight they evade,
In their world where trends are made.
2024-07-10 at 11:23 PM UTC
Bradley
Florida Man
[my infernally top-secret etiology]
Dude stop trying to be like me.
2024-07-11 at 12:54 AM UTC
I like it but it doesn't flow well in some parts unless I'm reading it wrong. Some lines could use an extra syllable here and there. 7/10
