Socks with Flip FlopsA Poem by PeteOld deeds for old people, and new deeds for new. - Thoreau![]() Over-the-top and throwback unique. The only thing appropriate for his age being a flabby physique. A quintessential geek. Pocket protector aside. Shirt tie-dyed. Pullin' up in his VW hippie van. Callin' me 'man'. Sportin' an outdated Woodstock tan. Hash smoke pourin' out when he opened the door. I couldn't take it anymore. Love beads and peace signs. Side steppin' so many political land mines. Enough was enough. I'd already put up with too much of his anti-establishment stuff. Repeatedly callin' his bluff. Protests and sit-ins. Oh so many unrepentant sins. My reputation on the line for having friends who were cool. Then I get this unpolished jewel. A blatant crime not an innocent faux pas. It just stuck in my craw. I cringed when I saw what was going on between his big toes. Weirded-out like an inexplicable freak-show. Heaven help us and God knows who picked out his clothes. Pushin' the limits and pullin' out all the stops. My jaw dropped. I dialed 9-1-1 and called the fashion cops when he stepped out wearin'... ... socks with flip flops ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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