I am nought but a cog in the Great Machine of Life.

And not one of those important cogs either. You know, the ones that when you pull it out the whole machine falls apart? No, I'm one of those cogs you might find lying about some day and think, "I wonder what this does? It can't be that important, because everything still seems to work fine. Still, I'd better keep it in case it turns out to be something important."

So you stash it in a drawer or an empty pickle jar on the shelf in your workshop with all the other bits and pieces that you don't know what they do.

So that's me then, a spare cog in the pickle jar of life. Maybe I'll turn out to be important some day, or maybe I just get tossed in the trash when you finally get around to cleaning out your garage.