I can do this all day

You need to be like the stain in a handkerchief,
Each time they have a look at you,
They should want to get rid of you.
But fail with every attempt.

Make them work hard.
Eventually, with some hatred and washing powder,
They make you disappear from the world,
With hope to never cross life's later.

When their hope gets shattered,
And the handkerchief gets filled with stains again,
They think about you, and smile
"I can do this all day".