Elizabeth loves to dance
With these shoes a color of red
She never takes them off
Except when she goes to bed
And though she practically lives in a box
And rarely has any food
These shoes make her so happy
They definitely put her in a better mood
They remind her of when she worked in that shoe factory
Before it closed and she was laid off
People were sick when in the shoes they found led and arsenic
Who would have thought?
Not a care in the world
Even though it’s on her shoulders
She feels life is unfurled
As she grows ever older
She tries to dance one day but just falls to the ground
She coughs more and feels sick, death is her silent sound
With nothing more than an old dress and her shoes
The poisons get in and now she is out of booze
She won’t take them off
Though she knows they’re killing her
It’s the last thing left
That she thinks keeps her from insanity’s death
Abandoned by all, all who once helped
Homeless still on this colder night
She seeks shelter and drugs to calm her
But no more do they feel bad for Elizabeth Palmer
She strays around and what did she found
The old factory, she guessed they never tore it down
With a quick glace back she enters the door
Filed with good memories long before…..
The air is thick and filled with toxins
But she makes her way to her workbench
Just some old machines and boxes there in
No bells ring to work and nothing is sent down the line
She starts to cry again
As the air fills her lungs
She wonders why it had to end
And slowly the poisons are rung…..
A few final breaths and she chokes
The contaminated air’s lodged in her throat
From the shoes to the booze
And the drugs and the air
She falls to the ground thinking all this unfair…..
Elizabeth loved to dance
With those now dulled shoes of red
She would never take them off
And never have to again now that she’s dead…..