2I am like mud.
You trample me down because
you like the feel of me between your toes.
I'm fun to play with but don't forget
never forget
to wash your hands of me
when the game is done.
Don't take me home;
scrape me off at the doormat
shake me off out the window
scrub as hard as you have to
to send me spiraling down the drain
where I belong.
I hardly blame you
I would walk all over me as well.