County Orange

Our little friend
 He didn¹t want to wear
 His white buckled shoes
 Nor was barefoot
 His speed
 He didnt like grocery store feet
 He was a fussy little kid
 When it came to footwear
 But on friday he could wear whatever he damn well pleased
 The jive ass trickery
 That makes this anything
 But what it is
 Dressed in county orange or city gray
 Got rubber sandals
 Just to be safe
 Metaphorically speaking
 We find our little friend
 Back in his white buckled shoes again
 The monday if you will
 Of our friday
 Spent in tailored bliss
 But if you strip the myth
 Away from the man
 Its just one to six months
 Of mondays for our little friend