In the junkyard, I lie and rust.

While some burn to ashes,

Others collect dust.

In my spot, I lie and wait

To be brought upon my gruesome fate

As we are crushed for the rancid crime

Of living long past our prime.

Now I fear as fate grows near

And anguished screams are all I hear.

Soon I see his angry glare

As the crane lifts me into the air.

In my last moments, I only wish

That my owner had not been so foolish.