So I asked Mr. Writer to take a picture of my toes...

my toes, painted in hues of red and gold.
He said, "Hey, babycakes, whatcha gonna do that for?
Don't take your shoes off, baby, cause it's rather cold."
But I begged him, "Oh honey, please," I said.
"I want DU to see my toes painted in red."

I continued:
"I think I'll become a celebrity.
My toes, a mark of distinction."
He said, "Honey, don't forget your integrity
And use a bit more conviction."

"Your toes - they're yours to keep.
They're not for those who are lacking sleep,
lurking the 'Net for parts of you,
because once you post yourself
you lose a bit of you, too."

I pondered, I thought about
Mr. Writer, who reached my soul.
Why would my toes change anything?
Why should I be so bold?
Because it's my name - myself - who'd get sold.

~Written drunk this eve, the 22nd of January, 2008~

... only one corrected typo.

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