we'll take sour sips from life's lush lips
coffee, tea, or me?

static cling
17.1.09
you are a black sock, i'm a white one
you're better off in the other dryer
but now that a speck of you has stained me
when the world of mistake
placed us in the same washing machine,
i'm in this sock drawer wishing that
the other half of this pair was you.

if you're shocked
then it's the fault
of faulty
manufacturing


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