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I always greet people with a warm "welcome"
reliable and dependant
I am always there
Inviting people into sanctuary
a place where they feel secure and comfortable
I protect everything under me
even though it may be hard and callous
I endure every element no matter how hot or cold for the sake of others
and what thanks do i get?
stepped on every day
dog shit smeared in my face
and discarded when the ones i have greated so faithfully want to replace me with something that "looks nicer"
I can still perform my same duties despite the wear and tear to my appearance,
but it matters not
For I am old and unsightly
and to most that is the most important.
So whats the moral of the story you ask?
There is none
I go through live giving and serving
The only highlight of my exsistance is hoping some skirt comes by
so I can catch a quick piece of ass.
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