Scrapheap Challenge

A crumpled, tattered, mix of parts
Tossed out in the sun
Drying, wilting, no escape
Till all the life is done

A random collection lies in sight
Discarded here and there
What was wanted seems no longer so
And no one seems to care

And the task ahead, to no surprise
To remould, recast, or just devise
A function, form, purpose or use
Through gritted teeth, or mild abuse
The protagonist's part played with ease
I'll antagonise, sure to displease
But scrapheap challenge is here to stay
With varying shades of my dismay

Cajole, laugh, work as a team

With just one goal in sight

Fashion something in demand

To everyone's delight

Or battle through it, fight each step

We'll take them all the same

For one thing's sure in this old town

It's the only game

And the task remains, to no surprise
To remould, recast, or just devise
A function, form, purpose or use
Through gritted teeth, or loud abuse
The protagonist's part played with ease
I'll antagonise, sure to displease
But scrapheap challenge is here to stay
With varying shades of my dismay

But before you sit and judge my words

There's something you should know

I was a scrapheap challenge

Just thirteen months ago

And the task ahead, to no surprise
Is through thick and thin to just survive
The function, form, daily abuse
That springs from chronic overuse 
The protagonist's part played with ease
I'll antagonise, sure to displease
But scrapheap challenge is here to stay
With varying shades of my dismay

Scrapheap challenge is here to stay

I've no further words to convey