Ways to make me feel guilty Part One

The Bike of Doom...

Here i sit, neglected. Used as a clothes horse.
You promised me you'd use me for about 30 minutes every other day.
That lasted about a week.
Now you drape your jeans on me and occasionally dust me.
You know you should get on me and tackle the jelly thighs in time for the holiday in Greece, but it's far preferable to pretend i don't exist and sit and eat some nice chocolate and crisps instead.
But i'll have the last laugh when that brazillian twenty year old sits next to you on the beach.

You wait...