How Many Shoes? Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Divide the amount-For the ladies, it's four to one
For every outfit, the appropriate footwear
And for every fitted scene, the ability to make a decision on how to respond appropriately to human presence
A little voice tells me to put out my hand and I put out my hand

What is the right amount for the one who craves placation?
I feel bad and the answer is more and more shoes
They've bled incredulous portions of thrown away oblivion
At what limit and at what level, do you fill the pit of complaint?

For the ladies, they have clear definition
For what they've been told they need to be
And how they look is the inlet to a shallow sea
The most common gluttony crashes into the shore

The groom woke his bride the consumer
He took her in his arms expecting sleepy affection
She violently stole his essence then demanded he rest
She wanted to take more from the captive later

Many times the closet was in disarray
Because that's where she kept her purchases
Looking at them made her feel good
But couldn't answer the question "how much is enough? "