Useless

Like a bagel with no hole Like a flag without a pole Like a singer with no soul Like a furnace with no coal Like a gangster with no moll Like a quest without a goal Like a bell that cannot toll Like a super with no bowl Like a yacht without a keel Like a car without a wheel Like a con without the spiel Like a thief who cannot steal Like a key that will not turn Like a log that will not burn Like a boss who isn’t stern Like a skill you cannot learn It’s a pen that leaves no mark It’s a dog that cannot bark It’s a silence in a lark It’s the padlock at the park It’s a great big open space Like there’s nothing any place It’s an ass in a horse race It’s the blankness on my face It’s the words I wish to write That refuse to see the light And I worry that my plight Is because I’m not that bright It’s the words unthought, unsaid It’s a veil that can’t be shed It’s the blackness in my head It’s my muse… I think she’s dead.