Showing posts with label Hammer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hammer. Show all posts

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Hammer

This is humiliating. Someone painted me pink. Whoever heard of a pink hammer. I am supposed to stand for strength and reliability. I look like Truman Capote's hammer.
Stop whining. You could be me--a simple screwdriver no one bothers with. Which of us in this display window will people be attracted to, huh?
I don't like those kind of lascivious looks.
I didn't realize hammers had that kind of volabulary.
I didn't until some sadist painted me pink. My whole image is shot.
Would you rather be a pliers?
Don't get smart. What manly man will buy me?
Perhaps a fashionable lady will take you home.
Here's the question--can I still hammer like before?
Of course you can. I'll bet with more panache.
I didn't know screw drivers could use words like that.
Look, someone is crossing the street and coming over. Posture, posture.
I feel so debased, so naked. I would have accepted Payne Gray. But pink??