Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Underwear

I sit and stare at underwear.
It's here and there and everywhere.
It's in my bed and on the floor.
It's hanging from my bedroom door.

The socks, like rocks, around the room.
Folded up how you assume.

I crank the heat in my bare feet
And sit and eat my chocolate, sweet.

My underwear is everywhere.
I really didn't think you'd care.


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