Socks.

Why is everyone sporting socks.

The soft mini shag suits the slight unease.

They all sit on the big leather sofa.

Everyone leans slightly to the side.

 

Soft girls, sit square, to soft boys.

Stereo systems mount the walls, no sound.

Sloppy child art snug on the wall.

Six kids, semi-sober.

 

The ring-leader smiles.

Even the simple ones catch the smug.

Peach schnapps, still cold.

Slung back on the sofa he sings.

 

This was my sister’s surprise.

Superfluous items settled in shelves.

Sloan left school.

Still scared, now there’s seven.

 

Sitting in the sill of the egress window.

Take a sip that’s bound with silence.

Sloppy with the stash.

Become subject to searches.

 

Stand to stay sane, or sit same difference.

The sheepish are sacrificed to slaphappy fear.

Suffering to start growth.

Stay here forever.