Useless things, useless things
So many things we see are
Useless things, useless things
To them, usefulness is far
A smashed phone
A meaningless moan
A bladeless fan
An empty can
A throw far off aim
A celebrity with no fame
A cold smile
A dust pile
A pair of sissors that can’t cut
An empty box of peanuts
A unicycle without a wheel
A meager meal
Useless things, useless things
The way we feel about them is just
Useless things, useless things
They don’t help us with a must