An Illusion of Silver

I'm just a lonely old fork controlled by others without any freedom I'm used by humans to stab their salisbury steak I am used by the sink lying at the bottom with the grime, grease, and grub I'm used by the dishwasher trapped inside of its steamy hot death I'm used by the drawer waiting for someone to rescue me and what do I get in return? Nothing!!! That silver shine is only an illusion I'm a dark gray fork getting duller and duller grayer and grayer with each cycle What'd ya know? Here it goes again.