pleas of a doormat

You step on me once And I don't complain You rub your legs on me I still don't complain I wish I could speak Then I would tell you What I think of you You ungreatful  master You wash me once in a week But I still keep silent Sometimes you roll me up The remember I'm useful When you water the flowers Your legs get Maddy And you rub them on me I wish I could speak You ungreatful master I might be old But I take my service seriously I do not complain Yet when you find a new servant You discard me with no Mearcy I wish I could speak You ungreatful  master