by Martin Anton Smith

For some people Life is like a *chisel*, they slice through life easily;

A large minority of others are like a *hammer* – they nail people down without a care;

Most Others are the *nail* – forever being hammered no matter what;

A mighty few are like the *level* – they know how to orient themselves perfectly at all times;

Some curmudgeonly types are like sandpaper – their personalities have become rather abrasive.

Even fewer wags are like the *pencil* , for they write about various *tools* in the world.

And in summary, I’d say it’s fair to say this:

The best engage in Carpentry – they are the builders, & the rest?

They do the reverse.

And please forgive me if I furtively suggest that we coin these people simply as…

“The Crapenters”.

A conversation between two friends might go like this.

“Hi Bob, I’m thinking of lending our mate Steve a Grand – is that wise?”

“Gidday Simon, no I wouldn’t do that – Steve’s a *Crapenter*.”

“Oh thankyou Bob!, say no more!”.

Of course, it will be only the grains of the hourglass will tell us all,

If this *Crapenters* idea gains a foothold in the general lexicon.

Call me a Woodrow Wilson-esque dreamy cloud-headed idealist,

But I reckon it’ll eventually catch on.

But not untill the year 2055.

For by then surely the AI-General-Intelligence-Robots will be a laugh-a-minute,

Much to the chagrin, of their pinkish & hairy subordinates wearing loincloth.