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
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