I’m so sick of the way you treat me! You walk all over me all the time! Dropping things down on me like I don’t even exist yet you couldn’t go a foot in any direction without me being here for you. It’s really vile the things you can throw on me! Yes, you can cover me up but let’s face it without my presence you would just fall unless you’re 128.000 feet above me. Sometimes I think I’ll just quit but I’m literally trapped where I am. So just take a moment and plant a rose… come to think of it just leave me alone. Who am I?