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
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 4:22 AM UTC
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
