Why are rubbers treated so badly?
Why do children launch us at the whiteboard?
Well, don’t expect the answer from me, go ask the children.
Think about all us powerless rubbers,
Flying through the air,
But what do they say, nothing.
Why do people stick us up their noses?
Why, oh why?
But the worst is yet to come. Listen…
They grab us and scrape us on dirty paper,
Disintegrating all our dignity,
Leave us alone!!
Just remember. We might die away but our soul will still remain!!