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Lament for the Loss of My Sock

By Joe KingPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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Mentally they sang

Mentally deprived

The parody in poetry form

awakens

w/ damaged brains

& blackened souls

Mentally they pray

in daft comical aspiration

Who called these mmm-mimes to sing?

Was it the accordion player

learning to play a little ditty

by Weird Al

Was it the s-special children?

Was it Weird Al himself,

blubbering, lamenting

laughing mm-mmm-maniacally?

I call on you to

announce this renaissance

I call on you to denounce

this madness s-shedding like a

ssssssnake skin

I call on you to mock

me too, to parody

me in some new song

& now I call on you

to say:

Lament for my sock

Lost and petrified

I need to wash you

Acquiring comedic visions

You can open halls for comedy

Slideshow

How to acquire laughs

On the late night

show

Sitcom laughs

Which the mind

Ignores

Backwoods

History

Which makes

Me write

No gain

The loss of my sock

is tripe

Forbid the poor old mimes

From this past century

That gave us

Ish Kabibble

in the night

Comet player

Ancient wise jester

Sew your ode

to my sock

Left to ferment

Regift and hide us

is chosen

Lost socks

A collage of knowledge

Soaking in the sink

Another pair as a gift

This is a parody of life

The Divine Novelty

Words Whiff Witticism

This sole sock

Alone in the hamper

With some stained underwear

& a snot full bandana

Each one connects

To create a new cycle

which washes in pace

Could anything be more smelly

Than the loss of these

used socks?

"I pressed the button

& the water rised"

The loss of a friend

The loss of my sock

means the world

Will they forbid

this great perjury

in the name of

our Fathers

their sons

& our daughters

Sentenced to life

Worms are stealing

For the loss of my sock puppets spirit

has true meaning in this soft charade

Waters cleanse the wounds

& disguise the smell

If you believe

All join now in lament

for the loss of my sock

a collage of knowledge

in this nurturing blight

We get cold feet

& suffer

I sacrifice my sock puppet

on the alter

of parody

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About the Creator

Joe King

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities." - Jim Morrison

These poems are from my book An American Parody, which is a tribute to the writings and poetry of Jim Morrison.

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