Man Of Tin!

I'm the tin can man. I'm weak and strong. You can't pierce me, but you can puncture me. I'm the one you refuse to acknowledge...for what mettle am I made of - tin?

"Blech, all of us can do better than that!"

And that's what you said. Man that hurt. I mean, we've already established that I'm vulnerable, so why'd you go ahead and do that?

"For God's sake man, stop kicking dirt in the poor fool's face!"

Rub salt into the wound. That's all you can do to make yourself strong. But you must be stronger than me - remember, I'm just the tin man - so why'd you need that? You're a mystery to me.

But not quite. I can see why you'd do so-and-so, and why blah-blah-blah led to this-and-that. And maybe I do know cent-per-cent why you try more-and-more and why it causes black-and-blue to you-know-who.

I'm the tin can man; I'm as strong as metal and as weak as man.