Sifting through the swelling mass of clutter
I pull a cog and gear that catch my eye
Afix the pieces to the motor
Give the ignition another try
Ease the throttle to journey onward
Waist deep in debris and muck
For all the eagerness these widgets are pressed upon me
I frankly could not give a buck
I see their potential uses
But must say they're not quite right for me
If these contraptions bear utility
For you, that's fine, but let me be
Here I find a silver sprocket
Or a brass pinion under grommets buried miles deep
Amidst a million tarnished gears and levers
Only one or two I wish to keep
And simply because I don't accept your pinion
Does not mean I denounce it's value to you
It's just that if your gadget fulfills a need
Doesn't mean I need it too
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