Long and slender
I have a mate
Soft and loyal
That’s my fate.
Travelling wide
Downtrodden
Often lost
Taken for granted
Never loved
Nor enchanted.
Travelling wide
Booted
Sense of order
That’s my fate
Odor offends
No escape
Travelling wide
Foot soldier
Young and fresh
Energetic
Desirable
Now pathetic.
I am the
holey sock.
