slipping past my heals

escaping from a hotbox

running for the hills

so many in this pile

neglected single souls

lost their mates forever

my stupid stupid socks

since even i remember

i never liked my socks

scrunched beneath my toes

locked by laces knots

it did not help i know

that tying shoes was not

a skill i mastered early

despite the gimmicks taught

loop and swoop and pull

had made of me a fool

my velcro was my savior

but war was always fought

the older that i grew

the lesser was my valor

i caved in yes it’s true

i succumbed to the socks