The Use Less

My middle belt was something of a nuisance,
and so you hit me,

My eyes were pink and blue,
and so you hit me again,

My ears were deaf and dull,
and so you took your palm and crushed them into my skull,

My lips were cracked,
dented indeed,
and so you took your lips and locked them until I bled,

After these concussions,
and repercussions,
my circuitry wasn't what it used to be,
not after all this

I was useless to myself,
and now to you,

all of this was this,

and that was that---