What are you?
A product of expectation
Trying to fit their design
Giving in without hesitation
Letting them mold and shape your life
Simply for their greed
Not caring about your desires
Or what it is you really need
A tool, nothing more
Made for one purpose alone
Servitude to the master
Sitting idly on his throne
And when your usefullness is over
Worthless and old
You'll find yourself homeless
Left out in the cold
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