my body is long, my tip is sharp
yet every day, i'm lost under a tarp
forever to toil until he finds me again
i'll sit here for years, one, five, or ten
however long it takes, though, i'll stay loyal
i cannot scream or roll, so my inner mind roils
say, boy, why do you forget where you put me?
do i mean so much less to thee?
you've used me in school, have kept me for days
you know perfectly how to use me in ways
strokes up and down on white skin
push me too hard, and i'll break because of sin
it takes so long to locate my position after one time
so move on, please, if your heart is not with mine