I'm a Sock, Really???

 "How in the world did I get this lot in life?" I said as I slipped onto the foot of a overgrown stink factory.

The pungent smell of the odor coming form the the foot of this mammoth of a man was almost more than I can bare. I mean really, who did I kill in a past life to get such a task as to be on the foot of this horrible monster of a man. Could it get any worse?

Oh geeze it did. "Wait, wait, wait....." my cries are not heard as he slips me onto his foot. Is that toe jam? Oh my gosh it is isn't it. That's just disgusting." Then I noticed a course round bump on the toe of this man.

What, really? A bunion, you've got to be kidding. I'm going to be rubbing up against that all day?" I protest to no avail. The man finished putting me on his nasty foot.

Just as it couldn't get any worse, the shoe came into focus.

"NO... I can't take it anymore." I screamed as my voice was smothered by the rotting shoe that engulfed me. "This can't be happening," I thought.

I hadn't done any harm to this human. I don't understand why he is torturing me for, it's just wrong. When I was created they told me so many beautiful stories before I was stuffed into that plastic bag. I should have known better. I could have stopped them if I had known that I would be the sock that was on this stinky mans foot. It's not fair. I deserve to be on the foot of someone who actually takes care of themselves. I guess there is no point now, I am stuck with no way out. I will have to endure this until I am thrown away.

The End....