John Lofgren M-43 Service Shoes

Shall I compare thee to my hash slinging slashers? 
Thou art less leather and less olive.
 Roughout boots do shake the darling judges’ pastures 
And summer’s heat hath all too sweat a wall of.
 Sometime too bright the balm of saphir shines,
And often is his rich patina dimmed;
And every lace from lace sometime entwines,
By chance, or footstep’s changing gait, untrimmed;
 But thy eternal luster shall not fade,
Nor lose patina of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall mink oil brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in once monthly photos to time thou grow'st.
    So long as feet can blunder, or eyes can roam,
    So long lives these Slashers, and this gives life to Thunderdome.