Moonwalk Shimmy
He shimmied across the tile floors in high art fashion, gracefully and effortlessly moonwalking across the restaurant for all to see. The patrons were impressed.
Then he hopped out of the building, high stepping so as not to have his sole swallowed by the earth, to be ground down into the dirt.
Yes, this man was on his last leg. Out of nowhere the sole of his shoe had disconnected itself from the rest of the apparatus. He was left with one good working shoe and another shoe in which he had to work hard not to trip over. Perhaps he could make it to the car, hoping on one foot, with the sole dangling on. Then he could get home and super glue his sole back to himself.
Alas, he did not make it and after one large goose step out the door to maintain his grip on his sole, it nonetheless flew off into the vast parking lot, eternally separated by a black sea of asphalt from the body it once contained. Goodbye world!
Poverty sucks!