An Ode to a Piece of Brick

You sit doing nothing,
Upon the earthen floor.
A piece of brick that's broken,
And not a whole lot more.

Completely worthless now,
You never were much better.
You never were alive.
It's hard to be much deader.

As time goes by you've been
Cracked and broken and worn.
You're just as boring every day,
With each new night and morn.

Boring, boring, boring, dull.
You just get in the way.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, dumb.
There's not much more to say.

Why are you still on this earth?
You lie there helping no one.
And yet you're simple existence,
Continues still to go on.

I tire now of your sight.
Your purpose I have not found.
So therefore, I throw you down,
And stomp you into ground.


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