dirty chucks

My shoes are never tied.

It takes too much time.

I slide them on and out the door I go.

Sometimes the strings fray at the ends.

Just a casualty of my life, I guess

Some people take time to loosen and tighten and tie even bows.

Not my dirty chucks.

They’re covered in stamps from all the steps I’ve ever taken.

They’ve been branded and sharpied.

Ripped and degraded.

But they’re still Chucks.

I could have taken better care of them.

Watched where I was walking and made a better choices.

But my dirty chucks will still work and they still look cool.

Dirty and worn.

Broken and messy.

But I still like them.

You can damage them as much as you can.

But they will always be chucks.

They are strong and resilient.

They are tough and messy.

But they’re MY dirty chucks .