Conveyor Belt

There once was a board with four legs
It wondered it's difference from pegs
It thought and It thought
Almost to drought
Now how would it confront the kegs?

It still tried but it couldn't
creaked loud but it shouldn't
ask they who abuse
what do they find in its use
It expected an answer but - they wouldn't

Here comes our friend the board
In a massive line of recycling horde
Broken and shattered
Bruised and battered
It laid there on its own accord