Stuck on a shelf
I think to myself
Time passes by
like a stranger passes me
barely noticing
obviously focusing
on something of greater value
why would they take the time
to bother looking at a face like mine
broken
worthless
unable to accomplish my sole purpose
it would be a service to throw me in the furnace
that thought makes me nervous
fear surges
As I hear the tick tock of a clock
with a built in iPod dock
That someone seems to be willing to purchase
since it can keep track of time
on it's digital surface
It knows what it's worth is
since it...