Your Lap Dog

You all just want to use me,
then throw me away.
I don't like being treated
in such a cruel way.

You think that I'm worthy
to sit on your lap,
or up on your table
like a regular chap,

but then all the sudden
you wipe stuff on me
and I'm dirty and crumpled
and mad as can be.

But the biggest insult,
the far worst of the issues
is when you use me
when you're out of real tissues.

WHAT AM I?
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

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A Napkin!