He sits on the floor,
Behind the counter by the door.
It lays in bed all day,
Like a ragged coat thrown away.

He's ***** and unpolished,
Like a rule that's now abolished.
Its sole is out of rubber,
He can't find its pair and it can't find its lover.

One would think they're not the same,
Their only contrast is their name,
What's the difference? I do say,
They're both hollow anyway.