Tool - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I’ve been known to be a tool
Not too sharp, but just a fool
Undeniably never cool
Neither screwdriver nor hammer
Just a less than artful scammer
Spending time abusing grammar
Shunning adze, avoiding awl
With my back against the wall
Just preparing to take the fall
I could smooth things with a rasp
It’s a concept I can’t grasp
It would require one last gasp
I am puzzled by the jig saw
Maybe I should just with draw
Losing fingers would be my flaw
I could really use a vise
Hallucinogenics would be nice
But that’s a different kind of vice
Never playing by the rule
Just as stubborn as a mule
I am back to being a tool