I am a rug holder,
rolling out lavish
Red carpets
for those who
Walk through
my life. And
I am a placeholder,
lying on the wood
As spiky heels
and mud-caked

Boots, trod over
me, leaving streaks
In my bristles,
and flattening
All the chances I had.
i am a doormat,
Too worn, too *****;
i was tossed out back
To wait for the big
green trucks to come
And take me, the
burden, far, far away.