Jake Johnson
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I miss my hammer

I miss my hammer
The weight of it, perfect in my hand
faithfully swinging with precision
40 hours a week
to build good and sturdy.
But I haven't held a hammer in a while
My buddy brought a nail gun to work,
I'd never seen one before
He did a hundred nails in a minute
Amazing
Now we all have one, and we fly.
40 hours a week pulling the trigger
in a rattling blur.
This tool changed everything, and nothing
But sometimes I still miss my hammer.