The Tool.

Welllllll I guess I'm some sort of

Tool

Some kind of commodity

To be

Used and

Then put aside

I'mmmmm

Not sure what my

Exact purpose

Is

But it seems like I'm mighty

Good at it

Since I get used so much

I don't mind it, really

I'm glad that I can

Help

But oh how I

Wish

I could be used for

More than just

One

Single

Thing

Even though that use is

Multi-purpose

I wish I was

Something

That you always kept by your

Side

That you couldn't live

Without

Some

Thing, some

Object

That you brought with you

Everywhere you went

I'm not content with my

Place

But I'm happy I can

Help

Because in life

If you can't

Help

Then all you ever really

Do

Is hinder.