The Sharp, Shiny, Silver Sword
i be a sword either so small so big i be either sharp or dull i hate go through people i hate get anew reddish coat and feeling so wet if you know what i mean i feel so rough and coarse i be sometimes so bored either abandon in a glass receptacle or just lie on some matting in a dark and quiet museum when ia'm in rain i will just rust the only thing to do be to wait until somebody squeezes my handle and pick me up now ia'm useful and have a purpose in life it be just what i have be wait for