Don't Blame The Tools, Blame The Carpenter Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The iconoclast and the plumes of ethereal effort curling and vanishing up his own noggin
He knows enough but cannot make commands understandable to thick hands
The tools demanded by this task are readily given
Flawed initiation in the setting of inside

Inebriated grandfather shouts at clarity
In public, he is master of a negative moment
Fractures a shroud as he barely remembers equilibrium
For his benefit, wigged out routine is damaged pressure valve

Protractor and also exacto knife at the throat and burrowed deeply in the ear
Discussion paralysis shuts down coordinated activity
You have what you need is confirmed by multiple sources
Convenient excuses draw blood