Woe is me!
I lay splayed upon the floor
She treats us with such apathy
Leaves us here behind closed doors
She peels us off late at night
The ground is our home
What a sight!
Bill yesteryear was crushed by a tome
I’ve got it!
We shall rebel
We’ll throw a fit
In anger we’ll yell
No longer shall she leave us here
Uncared for, stepped upon
Collecting soot, we can only shed tears
Until the day she selects us to don
And when we’re worn!
I bear several stains
What was a rip is further torn
Spiteful feelings I can no longer detain
I’ve got it!
We’ve got to fight
Stab her when she tries to sit
Dig into her arm with all your might
We’ll cut her, stab her
Make her pay
Become one with a burr
We’ll show her like this we cannot stay