Tool

A tool to use when convenient
And discard when not
You don’t need to reward a tool
But you can let it rot

It doesn’t need your thank you’s
It will do its job
No need to bother whether
It cries or whines or sob

It doesn’t ask for sorry’s
And won’t require respect
It will do its job without
Its pride to protect

And if a tool is special
It is easy to abuse
And easy to forget that
It can break from overuse

And who would want to use
Such a broken piece
Can’t tolerate when you can
Count its flaws with ease

If you are going to be someone
Don’t be a fucking tool
You’ve trapped yourself and now
You’re just a broken fool

(Written some time ago when I was very frustrated and depressed at work.)

Two Steps Back

One step forward
Two steps back
When I think I found the answer
I’m suddenly off-track

One step forward
Nice and slow
When I think I’ve got a starter
It’s a no go

One step forward
To success?
But can’t even get through
All this mess

One step forward
Counting days
And then a sucker punch
To the face

Can’t step forward
Can’t attack
Even just to try, I’m always
Two steps back