I hope that I can someday be
At tool of great utility
form follows function one two three
I have a purpose, meaning, me
You say you think I am a fool
To wish to be a common tool
A hammer, axe, a saw, a mule
But I know what I am, do you?
A tool has reason, value, use
It keeps the world from coming loose
When called upon will not refuse
and lives its life without excuse
I'll be a tool and thankfully
Glad that I've lived productively
and in the ground sleep peacefully
A tool is what I choose to be.
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