You can't always win a nobel prize
or vicarious eyes

drive-by glances
momentary chances

while thinking of ways to rhyme
biohazard
with a 2 syllable word;

I spew lizard,
despite how absurd,

and whether or not
that strikes you in awe
or raises a brow,
or opens your jaw,

regardless of whatever you're thinking right now,
this has no relevance... to anything. At all.

Sometimes you write
about humanity's flaws,
write to grant laughter,
or analyze God,

but then when you write,
you imagine your bed!
so maybe you'd rather be writing
about... socks, instead.

It shouldn't take long
since i'm very much familiar
and quite frankly, an expert,
in the subject matter,

I mean, I wear socks
like, every day, man.

It's I think something
everyone should try.
        At least once,
just sit down and write.


No theory, no philosophy,
no literary temptation.
Just write shit about socks,
and the feet that wear them.