I am a vacuum cleaner.
I get called upon when there is a mess to be cleared.
I am important... is what she/they have me believe.
But I receive no love, nor the extra level of attention to ensure my well being.
I would only be remembered when the task in hand specifically requires my expertise, and thereafter I will be returned to my accommodation... A little dark room with the other "important" "tools" that belief in their so called importance.
I do not wish to be a vacuum cleaner.
I do not wish to be remembered only when I am needed.
I do not wish to be your tool.
I only wished for a little love...
A tall order...
For a vacuum cleaner.