A Violent Discovery

Wake up in the morn
A brightly colored sock
Which you could have sworn
Was surrounding a rock

A prison weapon, what?
Why did you dream of this?
An omen, from a rut?
But why a violent hiss?

Apparently you must
Follow the dream’s own heed
Sock the color of lust
Is just what you will need

Gazing, but not recovered
Hope it’s not what you think
The moment discovered
That you’ve run out of socks with pink

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