Feet First
Charlie Looker
A panel of experts couldn’t zip up his fly
The lawyer and doctor couldn’t keep his shoelaces tied
Then he stepped over a line, and out the frame of our minds
And when the other shoe dropped, he stumbled into Stalin’s photoshop
Feet first
Shot with a cocktail at his very first cry
Round after round, year after year
Drunk child
Couldn’t be walked home, but did we really try?
Yeah I tried
Officials have yet to let his exile thaw
I hear he’s in snow-shoes running laps in Siberia
Was his breach born of fate?
Was he cruelly erased?
Stomped out and stamped for life?
Or could labor’s boot re-educate?
Feet first
Shot with a cocktail at his very first cry
Round after round, year after year
Breech birth
Couldn’t be walked home, but did we really try?
Yeah I tried