Someone's wearing the socks I almost bought.
I wonder how they're doing.
Does he, or someone, launder them well?
Have they been separated in the sock-drawer,
bound to unfamiliar others?
Yes, of course, I totally agree
that it is lunacy
to dwell on items not purchased,
to conjure a rival. Honest, I promise
to ponder critical issues later.
Sometimes, you know, socks
are listed under 'accessories.'
Preposterous. I think
I will call the fellow now.
I'm calling him. He's answering
wearing only those socks.
It's disgusting. I characterize
him as a fool. Oh, yes,
I characterize freely. He demands
to know who I am. I hang up.
I'm wearing a business suit.
I feel authoritative in it.
Except I'm barefoot.
Love it! I love the humour and the seriousness of this, the idiocy that I relate so well to, the loose assonance of honest I promise and I thought that the dénouement seriously funny, and delightfully serious! And I absolutely love the illogicality of knowing the phone number of the person who bought the socks! Thank you for the pleasure of reading this.
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Love it! I love the humour and the seriousness of this, the idiocy that I relate so well to, the loose assonance of honest I promise and I thought that the dénouement seriously funny, and delightfully serious! And I absolutely love the illogicality of knowing the phone number of the person who bought the socks! Thank you for the pleasure of reading this.