Why won't you pick up your dirty socks??
The foot of each sock greyed and worn, seam torn.
Every morning without fail, I wake to find them staring up at me, defiantly.
Maybe it will take for you to slip on one and fall flat on your smug face.
And I will laugh. Then laugh s'more.
Look, this need not be an extended conversation, or descend into argumentative debating.
Come on you pampered prick.
Pick up your dirty socks!
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