Object Poem-Door Mat
Day by Day i get pased by on
I don't talk back unless spoken to
Bug and rodents hide all over me
I am turning grey
i am tired
no longer do i want to wait outside 247
during winter i am always wet
People are fat
once in a while they don't just walk inside the house
They just stand there on me for 20 minutes just talking about the devil child
He's the devil i swear all he does is spit on me
i am done
i am ready to give up
but i can't move
so i just have to wait tilll i tear
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