Socket To Me
Just bought a mega-big, socket wrench tool kit.
It’s really professional looking.
The sockets are new and shiny,
the box is stained white pine and sturdy.
it’s a thing of great beauty.
Trouble is I can’t find a socket to wrench upon.
Pity, I like to turn things around.
This poem can’t be turned around also,
its stuck tight, try as I might
I seem to be stuck on stupid,
I’m sweating -
and suspect I am mega-screwed.
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