Dust

Dear Dust, why do you keep accumulating?
What is the purpose to your existence?
I do not keep you from fornicating
But everyone is tired of your riddance
Don’t you realise that you’re a bother
To the society and there’s no other
Reason for your cleft…

At this point, the person I was talking to stood up and left.

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