(This is a fictional poem)
My feet are so big that I have to wear clown shoes.
People keep pointing and laughing, what am I going to do?
Some people think that I'm Bigfoot when they see my footprints.
They shoot first and ask questions later, it's very intense.
One man shot me in the ass and I can still feel the heat.
I wish somebody would help me by cutting off my damn feet.