New Screw

If it wasn’t so hard to be disengaged.

I’d find your purpose comically ironic.

But your owner left a daughter raged,

And her mother catatonic.

You're built to repair,

not tear things apart.

Yet your owner decided

He needed a fresh start.

Your useless self collects dust

In a busted piece of tin.

Is that how it works without a death?

Belongings still go to next of kin?

He hadn’t wanted you either,

Without your silvery shine.

You’re no good to him with all that rust.

I get why he left you behind.

Your cheap and simple,

Bunch of replacements around.

I wonder if he put a new crib together,

With his new rebound.

Maybe if you fit every nut and bolt,

You would’ve been enough.

He would only need you,

Forget the other stuff.

You only get one Phillips Head Screw,

Unless it’s a new case,

Then you get a new family, too.

Make the old version erase.

There won't be any rust or dust around.

Just a new screw,

In a new house,

In his fancy new town.