I had a dream that we treated people like socks.
And we brought them with us everyday, and we filled them up, and they covered our smelly parts.
But when they got too dirty, or had too many holes in them where our toes should sit
We did not scrub the stains we left, or sew the holes we tore. We simply threw them away.
And shopped for another pack of disposable friends.
I think sometimes we treat people like socks.