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The plight of a sock
by Kara Hayostekby the mistress of Sox
IÂ’m Just another sock to you, never just the only sock
“where is my OTHER sock?” You say
I know you have plenty of them stashed away
Oh, how you treat your other socks!
Behind their backs you call them names
Like “dirty, smelly sock, and Stupid sock”
Sometimes you find a holey sock
A sock you wore too many times
And you throw it away, just like that!
I want to think IÂ’m a different sock, a better sock
Tell me IÂ’m your favorite sock or even that
IÂ’m your only sock!
Please! Lie to me, thatÂ’s all I ask,
I donÂ’t want to be the other sock no more!
03/24/2004 Author's Note: There is a slightly different version of this poem on my ebay "me" page.
Posted on 03/24/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kara Hayostek
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 03/24/04 at 07:50 PM I like this poem. It seems abruptly inspired...on the fly writing with clear intent. "Please! Lie to me, that’s all I ask" - Very sad. Though I somewhat disagree with the comparison of a human being to a sock because the parallel is not ideal. There are always 2 socks necessary for protection and care, never JUST the one. One in this case would be incomplete. Second, there is nothing given back to the sock...there is no reciprocation on the part of the human...the sock is there to serve one purpose only, and once this purpose is served the sock WILL inevitably become "dirty, smelly [and] holey" and there is no recourse but to "thr[o]w it away, just like that." I love your unique talent for comparisons...and your seeming ability conjure up a lovely flowing poem from just one thought sends your pen fly...I envy that. Though I cannot see, in this particular case, why the subject of the poem would want to be compared with a sock! hahahahaha Love ya babe!! :-)
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| Posted by Rula Shin on 03/24/04 at 07:52 PM Oops what I meant was "from just one thought that sends your pen flying" - I wish we could edit these damn boxes :-) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/25/04 at 04:34 AM I understand the feelings but the lie doesn't help in the long run. What lasts is a greater understanding irrespective of the number of socks, discarded or in use or imaginary. haha |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 03/25/04 at 09:31 AM I enjoyed reading it.. I feel sorry for the sock, haha :) |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 03/25/04 at 05:05 PM *wail, oh Im sorry socks I have lost. Please forgive me. Kara has made me see the light of my ways. :) Okay, 'nuf drama. This reminds me of your paper mate poem. You really bring these inanimate things to life. Great read. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/26/04 at 10:17 PM LOL! Most often one of our best friends, and sometimes a neurotic companion, when knowing their days are numbered. Love the imagination of this! |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/29/04 at 01:05 AM a fun read |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/30/04 at 04:21 AM You socked it to them Kara, fun poem....Charlie |
| Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 12/31/08 at 05:33 AM I can really relate to this funny poem. Ms.Hayostek. I have many "one" socks stuck in a drawer. |
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