I'm numb, neither hot or cold to the touch.
Rough but not rough round the edges,
80-grit sandpaper, you know, for smoothing.
i'm not quite a fork but i'm not a spoon either,
delivery is not exactly my forte.
Deep trenches bore into me, burnt for sticking around too long,
my other half is smooth to hold, the shiny Ying to my black Yang.but
It's solid, i'm like jail bars or radiator ridges,
without the clank of running your hand over them.
But i'm almost as hot as one gets, sometimes.
my blade has teeth, ironically they were knocked in,
but i'm not so sure how. Really i'm just about fit for purpose,
I just about make the scrape,
but really, although i'm worse for wear
I help others see the flip side,
and on my day, can make each side burn equally.
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