pull them up...!

pull them up...!
Pull them up!

For shame my socks.
Held down locked
The open pit of doom
pervades this my room
Gasping for a breath
Being this life not death
Looking for the beast
Warned away from the feast
Girding my own stance
Dreamt as the dance
Woven into and through
All that I am a once new
Todays battle being an everyday
Combatative in the art of play
Out and amongts those few
That don't hate me
That don't make me flee
Oh.. when will I get past
What is the start and last
Demand that I make
In this place no one can take
Maybe I need more cotton
To become their rotten
Best get my head in the game
Override the loud refrain
Just sorta get on as it hit.
Afraid but brave with it.