Virginity Redo

When I was young I cleaned my socks One got knocked off while making merry One got lost at the Happy laundry or mat Somewhere between the bleach and spin recycling It went missing between innocence and drying Stop is not a word most understood by laundry aficionados Like good old souls that get tossed and turned to slow Rolled up in a ball, socked away with all lost socks Life is not worth living without clean socks I'll settle for a pair of dirty Feet need a match for immortality I grow old and withered with one contraceptive on A device, a worn out unholy sock full of holes Not unlike a donut without a nose As is my story once it is told Making many children makes me bitter Sometimes I get my socks knocked off But they return to me no matter what It does not matter much to me What is one more mouth to feed One more sock or soul to mend Feet need security Or they will be darned forever Return to me my virginity, my sanity Lost socks, lost innocence are all the same Where do they go when they go missing? Sock heaven or maternity leave? Socks give me little pleasure Laundromats give me less