Really! Seriously! Are you kidding me? Life drags along like a dirty wet mop going over the restaurant floor with a trail of mustard behind it! And then someone has to go and throw their half drank milkshake right in front of me; so that, now it has to empty the water bucket and get fresh cleaning fluid. Stupid milkshake!
They yell at me cause it's not clean enough; but, it's really their fault! I'm just the mop... Maybe if they would take more care of me, I would be able to clean better; but, I'm sure they'll just replace me with a new and better updated version.
(please note this is just a poem/thought - I do not feel this way about life)
