I'm just a lonely old fork
controlled by others
without any freedom
I'm used by humans
to stab their salisbury steak
I am used by the sink
lying at the bottom
with the grime, grease, and grub
I'm used by the dishwasher
trapped inside of its steamy hot death
I'm used by the drawer
waiting for someone to rescue me
and what do I get in return?
Nothing!!!
That silver shine is only an illusion
I'm a dark gray fork
getting duller and duller
grayer and grayer with each cycle
What'd ya know?
Here it goes again.