KILLED PINK SOCKS

KILLED PINK SOCKS

My socks have dyed
My Mum killed them
Pink, shoved in the
Wash, with my Dad's

Red jumper - stopped
And made me think
Do my grapes feel pain
As my teeth sink

Through their tender skin
And rip, right through
The flesh, I shall
Need to see a shrink -

Am I going mad as
I kiss the wooden
Floor, a life spent
Being walked all

Over and over, used
And abused, I muse
Confused on the loo, la
Poor toilette, the seat

Gets sat on, the
Bowl gets shat on
And the floater gets
Flushed away. Then

The empathy in
My knee throbs
And my hot heart
Pops - apart today

As I see the trash
Thrown away with
A smash and where
Atop rides my

KILLED PINK SOCKS