Left to negotiate with no sense of knowing

When freedom over truth has triumphed

Free to be lost and disconnected

Given as much value as free things often are



Keep me close to you. Don't let me be alone

Discarded but not overthrown

I'm useless, yes it's true

Keep me, fresh and new. Don't make me obsolete

I still have hands to wash your feet

My uselessness is you



I could be worth my weight in labor

I could be worth my death in favors

You could monitor my list of things to do

And you could overlook my anonymous service to you



The sum of my marketable skills

My part in the collective will

Abilities that you would own

And use in ways I don't condone

Produce and receive my meal

Discard me when I fall ill



How can I profit you...

What useful thing can I do?

(Useful, useless to you)