Friday, January 15, 2010

Doormat-An oldie

I am drenched in everyone's
Dirty Messy Stench
I'm the mat
You whipe your feet on
There's no vacuum cleaning me up
I gain rips and tears
Ang yet they keep coming
Continue to walk on me
And I try my best to keep it together
But I can't take this wear and tear
I'm falling apart at the seams
It goes unnoticed, as always.

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