Live of a Soap
I have a filthy job
Cleaning up other people's messes But the pressure that people apply to me That's what makes me act that way Every time my service is in need end up feeling empty afterwards Humans use me up and drain me Til the point I'm so empty they dispose me But getting me getting used is important That's the life of a soap dispenser
Copyright © Aramis Peralta | Year Posted 2023
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