Sometimes it takes a hammer,
Other times… a sponge.
Driving nails, driving home a
point,
Or simply cleaning up,
Absorbing all the overflow
Emotions generate.
Tearing down the bitter
Brick and mortar of mistrust.
Raise the sword of savagery
When faced with fearsome foe.
Embrace the dove and laurel
leaf
When beckoned to converse.
Face the world with pen in
hand
To foster your belief.
Seek the book of knowledge
In ravenous repast.
Measure twice your choices
Before cutting them to fit.
Level every surface, every
Angle neatly squared.
Keep your tools in order,
Cleaned and ready; within
reach.
Choices make the difference
Between sanity and strife.
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