If society is like a clock,

And we are all gears,

What happens to those

That rust?

Anyone can be refurbished

With the right tools.

But most cannot

And will be thrown out.

We cut and try

To make ourselves fit in

Because if not,

We will be thrown

Like a gear without nubs.

Without nubs,

We cannot connect

And thus,

Our fate is sealed.

So either cut, refurbish,

Or get thrown out,

Like the worthless gear you are.