The Eight Fates
A TBLT Worthless poem written by DriftinCovet1987 (partially written/wholly inspired by a Youtube commenter on this video: watch?v=xKXTat…)
The Brave Little Toaster (c) Hyperion/Kushner-Locke/Disney
Original poem (everything between the lines) (c) Micheal
Everything else (c) DriftinCovet1987 AKA me
Ernie's Disposal was a horrible place
For appliances and cars that all had lost face.
Some had broken, some had been dumped
But all looked at their location and slumped
Towers of junk for miles around
Clanging and banging muffled the sounds
Of scavengers and theives who walked to and fro
In the aisles where the cars went to death row
The cars that their owners had tossed aside
As their peds couldn't deal with faulty drivelines
They decided that they weren't worth the trouble
So their cars became the "kings of the rubble".
The magnet whirred searching through the yard
He carried the cars as they sang their yarns
Knowing their end by the crusher was near
Of what it was like to live lives of failure.
The first one just was never built to last.
The second had problems she couldn't get past.
The third one ran till he couldn't no more.
The fourth one crashed out on lap 94...
The fifth one carried a hapless husband to be,
The sixth one took that man to the cemetery.
The seventh carried a lifestyle that lives to this day,
And the eighth was just happy till he heard them say...
"You're worthless."