‘Shoeck’

It didn't care
That every other one came in a pair 
This single sock put all of it’s stock in itself 
Hopping along on one foot 
Working twice as hard,
Keeping up it’s guard to protect it’s health
From what? Thought the shoe…
Only the sock knew
But it didn’t tell because it knew the stubborn shoe all too well 
Plus, how could a shoe possibly listen?
Shoes get all the glory
But the true story is that they merely hide what’s really doing the dirty work inside
Sweaty and stinking 
Too much thinking 
For a sock with a ripped hole in it’s soul 
Maybe there’s a reason why socks come in a pair…
Or maybe,
Every other sock is unaware 
That matching is overrated 
That’s what shoes are for…

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