Drywall is caked to a steel-toe boot
Laced up with copper, goodness is moot,
The wire was stolen; a prized piece of loot.
He carries a hammer, worthy of Thor.
“Borrowed” of course, from a hunger for more:
He stole the myths from old books of lore.
Now see him walk with a weapon so grand,
Dust and dirt stuck to his hands.
Of mighty mjolnir, he was once just a fan.