I have a problem with my feet.
In winter of all times each sweats–
Olfactor’ly my nose doth meet
Sad, Sino-socks—none can contain
What each should best be hidin’.
Wife, she winces, pinches spent
Pairs from the toxic garden
Into laundry chutes they’re spurned–
Returned to Sino-Biden:
“These, your profits, these you’ve earned
“In China’s breast abidin’.”
Yet as I wear the pairs Red-crafted
Doff the pairs each night.
Consign them not to laundry baskets–
Noses, eyes, from site.