New Socks

My socks are new, my shoes are worn-out, like my spirit and body.
I’m an honest asshole, you’ve learned this, knowing I come by it naturally.
So should this offend you, you’ll hate me, when in truth:
It’s you that you don’t like and perhaps even hate!
My job as your honest asshole is done, so piss off or peace out.
It’s your choice to make, good or bad, win, lose or draw.
I’m ain’t your conscience and mine is bleach-clean.
The only surrender in me is to that unknowing future.
My socks are new, my shoes worn-out, and I’ll not pass this way again.

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