Holes in My Socks (and in thinking)

The holes in my socks have been growin lately

Torn and tattered symbols of where my feet have been

Friends are relatively amused

I’m low on cash as usual

Besides, these socks got character

And they’re still getting the job done

Despite the constant ridicule they take

I’m awake late at night

They only got half my feet covered but then again

I’m only half sober

Touche my fabric friends touche

I love these holey socks

My feet would be too hot were it not for the

Cooling ventalation systems they decided to install

Immediately preceeding the unseasonably warm weather

And still people chastize them

Who would have thought a pair of socks could

Make people laugh

Make people judge

Give people the wrong impression

Give people the right impression

Keep me warm

Keep me cool

Even after you two have given all you can to my feet

You just move on to the next purpose.

Keep the house dust-free for unappreciative visitors