Mismatched
socks.
It socks!
I should know
–having stepped out
in ill-suited hose
I’llI tell ya’,
not only do you wind up at a Chinese joint,
you roll out the white carpet
←to→
pile on lies
…
I’m thigh high with it.
It’s a run
for it
waiting to
happen,
It’s a hole
darn it
hard to climb out of,
It’s tight where the wrong place is
nets no fish
and wrong where the tight place is
–better to ditch those loose onesies
straight out’ the dryer
since
mismatched
socks
–ruins
your line.
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