Disassembly is a guilty delight.

I twist screw-drivers
and pinch with pliers
and snip wires
and disconnect
electrical junctures
in an effort to deconstruct the vehicle.
I can often completely finish
in two hours or less.

I pop off headlights
and unfasten clamps
and unbolt engines
and remove feisty fasteners with locking pliers
without a worry that I will misplace a screw.

Disassembly is much easier than assembly.
Assembly is a surgeon's task.
I am instead a coroner.
Or, possibly, a butcher.