My mower cuts down go-kart courses.
My car will chase down all but ghosts.
I'll round the set out with a boat.
The man in me must seek his thrills
With jigsaws, chainsaws, power drills,
and master each one's violent art
To do work, or just run them hard.
All noise one man could find,
None half as burly as my mind.
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