Hands
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Hands
SuspecTed
I provide
Dry pens,
Papercuts,
To these hands
That owe me rent.
They’re so ungrateful.
I provide
4-string instruments,
The steering wheel,
The occasional female.
Still no “thank you.”
No
Fist Fights,
Nail biting…any longer.
Instead I am mocked.
They mock me,
Flicking off nervous drivers,
Plucking the wrong strings,
Writing the wrong words.
But they’re punished daily.
They’re punished,
Forcing to spelunk in these nasal passages,
These ears,
Other orifices.
They’re punished,
5-hour black water induced tying sessions,
Bike tuning,
Jagged fishing line.
These hands of mine.
SuspecTed
I provide
Dry pens,
Papercuts,
To these hands
That owe me rent.
They’re so ungrateful.
I provide
4-string instruments,
The steering wheel,
The occasional female.
Still no “thank you.”
No
Fist Fights,
Nail biting…any longer.
Instead I am mocked.
They mock me,
Flicking off nervous drivers,
Plucking the wrong strings,
Writing the wrong words.
But they’re punished daily.
They’re punished,
Forcing to spelunk in these nasal passages,
These ears,
Other orifices.
They’re punished,
5-hour black water induced tying sessions,
Bike tuning,
Jagged fishing line.
These hands of mine.
