The Hunk of Metal

You lay on the floor,
Mischievously waiting,
Thinking about tripping,
A person who is unexpecting

Your shining luster
Does not catch our attention
Sitting by the podium
As we fall on our faces

You're worthless
You're an evil entity
A basic hunk of metal
Lying by the podium

Your purpose is unknown
Your presence is unwanted
Plotting mass destruction,
Because of your hatred

You lay sitting still
At night your abandoned
We don't care
We step on you anyways
Nate D.

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