Thrown into perfection

They throw me across the room like the used page they're done with,
I march at every command...
Do this
Clean this
Scrape this
and wash it,
Play it
Tune it
Perfect it
and taunt it,
Dribble it
Kick it
Run it
and score it,
Remember this
Fix that
Make this
and give it,
truth is I just want to sit it.
I want to relax and enjoy it.
Maybe feel it
Kiss it
Hold it
and love it,
But just as I can I'm thrown once again,
there's nothing I can do but hope
and dream of it.