I feel like a useless sponge that should be thrown away
All used and worn out, what more can I say?
Go ahead and slide me under the faucet
You know then that I’ve really lost it
My name is not Bob and I can’t find a job
Nobody will I hire me if I can’t hold water
Why should I even look for work?
I’m dirty and useless and can be replaced
There’s a new one under the sink
All new and still in its package
Ready to unwrap and handle its assignment
For me it’s off to the room of gloom
The garage is cold as I lie in the mop bucket
I do have friends here that are dried and crusty
Waiting for another floor to need mopping
All I am is useless and musty
I guess I should consider myself lucky
The garage is better than the dump
I guess even here I have reached the end
No more lying to myself or trying to pretend
A sponge can live a long life
It depends on how it is used
Gentle cleaning was to be the rule
Now this old sponge feels like a fool
My owner should not feel guilty
It’s not her fault I have nothing left in me
So I will follow the path of my dear old dad
All tired and useless and covered with dirt
It’s time for the landfill I must observe
But to be truthful, it’s what I deserve
