Monkey Wrenching

For want of tools the fool remained broken.
Take heed, without need for tokens the wise would not compromise or forsake what it meant to be content.
Begs question, who then is more the fool;
the foolish, hoping to mend what is known to be broken, or the uncompromising wise one who's pro with the status quo.

©flackersplatt

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