I've got a dustbin in my room
full of all kinds of scrap.
Only if it had a mouth,
it'd revolt against my crap.

"What are the chances of being treated well?
the margin's rather steep.
This human bought me on sale,
and I was already cheap.

I sit tight, in a dark corner
of his rather well lit room,
watching him silently
spell his own inevitable doom.

I see him work, and take a 5 min break,
which turns swiftly to five hours.
I see him preparing for a physics exam,
and still thinking of flowers.

He plans to graduate with good grades,
but ends up...