A Poor Craftsman Blames His Tools

The cookies were raw, must be the salt, The oven's a little bit broke, And the cake didn't rise, flat as a tack, Must have been a faulty egg yoke, Maybe the hammer is bent at the head, Maybe the saw is just blunt, Maybe I need a new set of tools, So I can work like a normal adult, You see, each time I work to create something new, And it doesn't turn out like it should, I tend to blame the things that I use, By saying they are simply no good, But deep in my mind, in the silence of me, I know why things don't end up like I plan, I know it's not the tools that I use, I know I'm a crap handyman.