Sweaty Socks

Man, this is gross

Do you ever wash your feet?

I'm down here, keeping your toes warm

And I'm repaid with

A stench so horrid

If I had a nose, it would curl

All day, I have to spend time

With your sweat soaked shoe

Then you slide me across the dirty floor

Adding insult to injury

Oh no, it doesn't end there

Next, you separate me from my mate

I can't work without a partner

Days, I will lay there

Cold, stiff, in need of a bath

Oh, there you go pushing me under the bed

Who knows how long I'll stay there

Finally, your mom will find me

And toss me in the washer

Starting the whole process again

Dude, you should pay me

Then add a bonus




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