Here's a story about a cup
lost and lonely was the cup
we found it sitting all alone
Then someone said please pick it up
And so they did and washed that cup
They washed the cup and let it dry
And set it on a place real high
But still no one touched that cup
Hard and cracked the plastic was
on this sad little glass
Every time one would touch the cup
A piece of skin would be lost
So up there in the place real high
The cup spent his precious time
Reserved for the ones the people didn't like.