Life as a Hammer

I have a headache.

Had one all my life. Just once you think the pain will going away, it comes back. Usually I would have to stare at my prey before I start beating the crap of it. I don’t why my prey always wants to pick a fight with me. I’m undefeated. With its round shaped head, it dares me to hit it. And I do. Sometimes you just have to put things in its place. Because after all, there is a higher purpose for the prey to go under.
What is the higher purpose you may ask? I don’t know, or care. All I know is the prey must be put in its place for order to be maintain.

If only I could get rid of this headache………