Paradox Lost
The paradox
Of my lost socks
Does pierce my heart
And vex my soul.
For it does expose
All my toes,
Which would be
A great calamity.
Though much annoyed,
From the void
Come dulcet murmurs
And tacit rumors
Of missing razors,
Attracting neighbors
with ultimatums
bespoke verbatim,
Return to me,
Thou wretched beasts!
And where the hell be
All my briefs?
Copyright © Jerome Malenfant | Year Posted 2017
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