Trash

Everything that you do defines you,
If you don’t do well, they will through you down a well,
If you stop for one second, they will never be reckon,
If you miss just one step, just because of a misstep,
They will throw you, just like they did to number two.

No one looks at trash,
And yet you don’t care,
To them you’re like a rash,
They simply breathe you in like air,
And they spit you out in a flash,
And they choose to break your chair.

They chew and spit,
But you never choose to flavour,
You never try one bit,
Everything you take you must savour,
You get up if you get hit,
We all have our own saviour,
But no one forces you to sit,
He will rescue you from your behaviour,
And he will never expect you to quit.