Constantly Required

It is because I’m colored bright red that I was chosen for their homestead. Initially, I was quite well tended but such care eventually ended. Sure, their attention remains constant but it's rarely from a cleaning solvent. I love a scrubbing; I always want it. My service is constantly required ... clearly, it will be until I’m expired. Hot, cold, old, fresh, mild or bold – my people lack any quality control. Despite my ceaseless working roll, they fuss at me when I overflow. Secretly, I enjoy their anxiety ohs. Sometimes they argue if I’m found low or interrupt me if they feel I’m slow. They also share their genuine relief when they find my service complete. You may think filth and endless workload have me sitting on complaint overload, but won't once you chat with their commode.