How can you sit there in the same spot every day
And allow people to just come in and play
Rubbing there fingers across your deep brown
While tossing their objects around
Treating you as if you are nothing more
Than some cheap floor whore
The very sight of you brings shame
Yet you never complain
Having the slightest little bit of guilt
You just sit there in their filth
Giving them a free thrill
By allowing them to use you up like a 20 dollar bill
If only you had a heart
Maybe then you’d actually start
To feel violated
Every time you get penetrated
By the many hands
That land
Inside your openings
Or maybe if you had a brain
To function and explain
All the nasty things that people do
When they come in and use you
You would realize that you are being taking advantage of and that you’re very unstable
Unfortunately you have no mind because you’re just a table!!
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