You make yourself into a tool,
But the forge is never called into question.
The eye beholds the reward.
You need to be adored.
You're the finish so you'd better look good;
From day one this has been your lesson.
If this is all you need to be,
Your conscience is a liability.
Do you ever doubt this was meant to be?
This kind of polish can be very expensive,
But soul is unknown
To tools and chrome.