Carpet.
Wood finish.
Asphalt.
Concrete.
Tile.
Grass.
Earth.

Never thought they would
disappear from underneath everything.
Guess they just got tired of being stepped on
Over. And over. And over again.

Wearing thin from no rest
And no thanks.
Just lay there and be taken for granted.
Be still so the rest can walk all over
Without care.

Crack under stress
Decay with age
And don’t ever complain about
A **** thing.
Because no one will listen.

So here the above-ground-world
Lies in the dark cold of space
Wandering aimlessly through the
Nothingness
All because of a lack of courtesy.

Well tough break everyone.
Thanks for nothing, and in return
That’s what you get.