How Come, I Am a Dirt Or a Shock Absorber

HOW COME, I AM A DIRT OR A SHOCK ABSORBER! Never mind the insult That, for sure I am not Though in bad light I’m likened to a dirt In a kitchen sink or toilet bath Strained as it clogs the way adrift. But unlike in a baseball game Instead an opponent catches a ball from strike The runner miss the 1st base As the referee would consider a lost time Competition turned over and done No more to live by and compete. But to me its not fair and just As it is a bewilderment Thereby….cannot accept As the sly is without reason taints To down grade to the most in a street That the slight is never than a fist fight - below the belt. Good when I am anatomized Like a kidney in the body -make A purifier in the system to filter waste So as the blood line clear and cleanse Leave you a day in good mode out of trouble As that, a shock absorber , I could possibly be!