I often find myself plagued with the constant wonder of how easy it was for you to drag me through
The mud.
Drag me bare, helpless
Across the all to greedy peeping neighbors. Who sat patiently waiting to lap up any taste of us they could get.
How does it make you feel?
Kick me again, I'll beg you.
Kick me.
I can take it.
Add another tally under my name and I'll bow my head in silence and
Walk the plank.
