Chopper

Way back then, when my years were gold. A chopper I was, I'd been told. I would leave one morning, and get back that night. To my wife this caused, a terrible fright. One trip I took a nasty fall. time after that, I broke my jaw. After a while, we decided I should quit. I was sick and tired, of all this $hit. I know I needed, to go back to work. But no one would hire, those stupid jerks. A month later, my wife died. I broke down, and cried and cried. So I went to my boss, and begged for my job. "Ok," he said, and I went to chop logs. I was by myself, chopping a pine. When the tree fell, on a leg of mine. It hurt like hell, when it hit my leg. When I woke up, I wished I was dead. I looked around, for some form of escape. But my axe had fallen, into the lake. I checked my pockets, and found nothing. Except for a spoon, and some other something. By looking around, I knew what to do. I gripped the spoon tightly, and bit on my shoe. And then I started, to hack away. Hacking and slashing, until night turned to day. I don't remember, much after that. I know I died, from where I sat. You see, I was always a little dumb. But it seemed I cut off, THE WRONG DAMN ONE!