Hammer

Swinging up and down, pounding on the ground. Massive force, no remorse. Crashing mallet bashing salad. 

I like to go to the shopping mall and use my hammer to buy some broken glass. I like to go to the state penitentiary and wave around my credit report. They call me “The Hairstylist” because I leave your dolly bald. Last year, when I was building my deck, I took you to court and won the lawsuit. Just wait till you reach the age when your mind starts trying to segregate right and wrong.