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.)

Trap

I knew it then, but didn’t care
So much to do, so much to bear
Just trudge along and do my thing
Gotta try to please the King

And try to endure Captain Unpleasant
And work the wings for Bumbling Bee
I’ve been through worse, I tell myself
So there’s no one to blame but me

I knew it then, but didn’t care
Heedlessly cycling this head affair
Into darkness and out of it
Grab onto light that’s dimly lit

And I get a surprise but unpleasant
And there’s no one to blame but me
They don’t give warnings in this place
I must quickly pay the fee

I knew it then, but didn’t care
Got used to life being unfair
I knew that while I struggled not to snap
I’ve somehow laid myself a trap

And to get out is so unpleasant
And there’s no one to blame but me
Done my hardest but it’s not enough
I can no longer just let it be

You knew it then, but didn’t care
You still chose our lives to share
While I was caught in my own trap
You were ready to fill the gap

And it must have been quite unpleasant
To be entwined with a lifeless me
Yet still you carefully set your trap
That I’ve fallen into happily

Your beautiful black diamond trap
That we’ve fallen into happily