Use Me
June 22, 2013
I sleep with a new person every night.
Come morning, I am stripped down.
I am beaten and thrown.
But I like it!
Some mornings,
I am rewarded with a chocolate.
Others,
I am tossed into the closet.
My job is simple.
I must only lie here,
dressed in white,
providing support for those who need me.
But there is no place I would rather be
than on this king sized hotel bed.
Now it's your turn to use me.
Please! Come rest your head.
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