Fun: 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.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2020
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