Tool Bar Poem by Will Davis

TOOL BOX

You say I'm encumbered, no need
an extraneous detail, at that,
a rectangle with stuff, with what
rattles about. Why should I heed

words long gone, tasteless, flat,
meaningless, some useless creed
you say. I'm encumbered, no need,
an extraneous detail, at that

not free, not footloose, my speed
is slower, more cautious. I'm caught
as it were on a map I was taught.
It serves me well wherever I tread...
You say I'm encumbered, no need
an extraneous, detail, at that.