If I had a hammer
There are days, such as today, when I wish that I had a hammer and could ply a trade with it. That I could build beautiful furniture, cozy houses, or simply make art. But my tool is my pen, or rather my keyboard, and try as I might to get away from this as my trade, it is always here when I wake in the morning. But that wouldn’t be so bad, if attached to it were not the other parts that go with it – like people. If you could just use a hammer to wield against the idiots you deal with during one day long period, now just think of how satisfying that would be.