Socks From Hell
Radar(Baba)O'Riley
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I wear socks from hell
Satan-stitched
they fit my feet well
They're quite soft
like I'm standing on moths
My feet smell sweet
Hanes can't compete
I can walk on the walls
climb raindrops like stairs
glide over gravel
without fear of a tear
I drop an anvil
on my feet
no need for advil
I feel great
Hell asks for the socks
and I say, "Take a walk."
Hell asks again
"A nag! A nag!" I yell at them
Hell doesn't ask again
but takes an axe to my shins
and cleaves and cleaves
and leaves nothing
but a red-ringed cone
of protruding bone
Hell squeezes out my feet
like two raw coals of meat
from the socks
and walks away
Satan-stitched
they fit my feet well
They're quite soft
like I'm standing on moths
My feet smell sweet
Hanes can't compete
I can walk on the walls
climb raindrops like stairs
glide over gravel
without fear of a tear
I drop an anvil
on my feet
no need for advil
I feel great
Hell asks for the socks
and I say, "Take a walk."
Hell asks again
"A nag! A nag!" I yell at them
Hell doesn't ask again
but takes an axe to my shins
and cleaves and cleaves
and leaves nothing
but a red-ringed cone
of protruding bone
Hell squeezes out my feet
like two raw coals of meat
from the socks
and walks away
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Somehow this reminds me of a Wild E. Coyote, ACME moment.
and....
Foot the footless!
gimme my f*&kin socks...
NOW...