I am a key.

Not a key to a door,

Nor to a lock. 

I am placed among

Many identical to me,

Besides one unique trait

That individualizes us.

We are used

And ask for nothing in return. 

All day long we are

Hit, beat and smash. 

Yet our owner doesn’t

Even have the decency to 

Bathe us regularly.

Sometimes dust covers

My entire body before I’m given

Any attention. 

Sometimes food flies onto me,

Sugarized drinks will spill on me.

Yet here I am being loyal as ever 

along with my brothers and sisters,

on this wretched keyboard.