Trucking was his art. Chris Truth touched down to big-box-mart.

 

discomfort was his sentence

"Triumphant" was his store entrance

 

And With the "F.U.D/Thud of rooty toot toot"

 

The floor and Truth's boots were in cahoots.

(Boy how he was moving his grown man glutes)

 

Truth's couldn't wait gait was as violent as an absolute brute, but as innocent as "that motherfucker!" "That gas friendly trucker" (Lol) "cute!" "cute!"

 

And It was in a funny clumsy way

That Truth's heel's had something for his brain to say

 

"Truth your heels have to be saved!"

 

His Heels were itchy, The rest of his thin skin was eczema twitchy

 

To the pharmacy aisle he came in, and with a grinny, grin, grin, with a smile that gleamed, he obtained that specific moisturizing cream.

 

To the self check went he, and with the fear/unease/doubt of an emergency, he payed with his crypto-currency.

 

"Nerosal." For when your heels burn like Ancient cities. Just Buy it.

 

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