I feel like a tool,
A pen, knife or wrench,
Applied for her will,
Twisted to her gain,
But I tell you now,
    wing turned black,
I will not let you use me,
    never again will you torque me,
    never again will I bend to your will.
So you know,
    for a handyman,
    you don’t know a hammer from a nail.

-June 15th 2013