I feel like the pavement always
trodden upon.
footprints
        Cigarette butts
               trash left upon me like I'm not worth it,

But ill have the last laugh cos when you least expect
it where you lay your feet upon me
           Slabs
             *** holes
                   cracks that were from your onslaught

Are now the means to fight back, with only sight
upon my undoing you with hard footstep negate
to notice I'm slighty raised and trip in wonderment
as arms flap like a featherless bird and gravity is
you *****.

I didn't touch to yet you face plant upon my features
and when you arise
             Scratches
                  bruises
                      Sense now knocked into you.

For some one will only be underfoot for so long.
before those cracks that you caused will be what
makes you fall into the sense that you should have
paid more attention. Not being used others for your trash talk..