socks
I hate folding socks
there’s no chore
I hate more
than folding a great big pile of socks
especially if they’re all the same
black, white, gray... lame

it’s not zen
(like washing dishes)
not satisfying
(like fixing britches)
there’s no sense of accomplishment
(like cooking a meal that’s ambitious)
folding socks is a terrible bore

but not having them folded
is the one thing I hate more