poems

Whenever, wherever, these socks are meant to be together,

They dance on my feet, like hips, they don't lie, so clever.

Waka Waka, hey hey, they got that African beat,

Scented so divine, make you wanna move your feet.

In this laundry game, I'm the She Wolf, hear me howl,

My socks smell like roses, yours smell like a wet towel.

Tango or salsa, they got tha... See more

Yo, listen up, I got a story to tell,

About how my socks went from heaven to hell.

Yeah, they used to smell like a field of dreams,

Till I stepped on reality, ripped at the seams.

Now I'm scrubbin' and washin', just tryin' to cope,

Trading in my lavender for a bar of soap.

It ain't easy, man, to keep that scent,

When life keeps throwin' you a funky event.

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Look, if you had one shot, or one clip

To seize every call you ever wanted, one moment

Would you clip it, or just let it sit?

Yo, his palms are sweaty, webcam shaky, mount's wobbly

He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready

To drop frames, but he keeps on forgettin'

That his mount's bad, the whole room's laughin'

Snap back to the monitor cl... See more

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My socks smell better than yours, can't deny,

Rockin' lavender while I'm passin' by.

Your feet got that stank, man, what's the deal?

Mine's like a garden, can't you feel the appeal?

Rosemary flow, peppermint vibe,

Step in my shoes, it's a fragrant ride.

Your socks smell like a forgotten gym,

Mine got aromas, like a Yankee candle hymn.

So next time you... See more