A tool, to use
Over and over again
A poor hungry servant
You mold and you train
I good little puppy
To control and teach
Taking away bones
Good food, and treats
A nice little robot
To program everyday
And turn into a perfect daughter
And ruin in every way
I white piece of paper
To write what you want
And bring out girl
To hurt and to taunt
An ear when you need
Someone to complain to
About the neighbors and
Family and friends, too
Well I think it’s enough
You’re no longer my hero
I realized who you are
Listening to an earful
You think you’re the best
And act like you are
And yes you have managed
To control me so far
But now that I realize
That no body’s perfect
I think I understand
Why you’re always deserted
And though I can’t hold
My anger and resentment
I’m no longer your
Little Piece of Equipment
