The old and crusty pair of socks
I found mouldy under my sheets
I left them there that September night
They’d walked on every
They are tired but they give me
The comfort that’s lost on cold nights
That protruding hole on the pinkie toe
Reminds me of my parking lot fights
The dirt on them from my soles
Was washed away but left stained
They are mine to give to you
They have been found and claimed
You can have my dirty old socks
And everything that comes with it,
They were meant to be passed
Wear them with red and blue and black.
You can have my dirty old socks
And everything that comes with it
Is my love, from me to you.
2 comments:
You can have my ROOTS sock anytime you want.
I prefer manly socks.
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