A Sonnet for My Socks
Twas once a garment long and proudly white.
But since has lived a purpose a bit crude.
This tube for my foot has become a blight
For it is serviced only while in the nude.
My cotton friend was soft, clean, paired, and pale.
Now he is crusted, dusted, and alone.
He is hidden often below a vail.
Whilst I play and surf upon my smartphone.
This sock is often a good friend of mine
For there is no willing partner's use.
I must admit I tried many a time,
To secure a new deposit for juice.
But a cum sock and porn are all I got
Until a whore and good time can be bought.
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