Sock it to me

I was so close

Now it makes me morose

Paying off, a hard-earned teacher’s credential

But something so primal, at the time seemed essential

I recall the event

Which makes me lament

An electromagnetic force

Realigned my course

A labyrinth of color and geometry

Candy and flowers don’t parallel its spectrometry

I want every single one

I pace until the deed is done

Otters, Corgies, I love Coffee and Bill Nye

Give me identity, I just want to buy

Each one

No!

A picture won’t due

It’s not satisfying unless I accrue

It’s a justified gift

However, not thrift

Can you guess which one?

You’ll receive for Christmas when I’m done?

Rainbow unicorns fighting a Narwhal

Leprechauns dispensing pot in a pale

Hillary Clinton and Ghandi, mid-quarter length portraits

Toe socks, knee highs, anklets piled into a fortress

Have caused me to take two steps back

From my scheduled pay track

But I sure will look cool

When I go back to school!

That darned sock store

Again, made me poor

However still, I adore.