Give me your hand You have five points I need to make
That’s the thumb that I dipped in your own medicine Why not suck on that for a while and tell me how bitter it tastes
The index finger that has cast blame on so many others Curl it up and take a good look at yourself
The middle finger that feigns defiance Ha, you know what to do with that!
Your empty ring finger has little to tell It looks like its getting used to being bare
Ah, my favourite! The little pinky I see that it’s still very crowded Can’t say that I miss being wrapped around it
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Tags: Creative Writing, Paul Seele, Poetry
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Fingers
November 19, 2007Give me your hand
You have five points I need to make
That’s the thumb that I dipped in your own medicine
Why not suck on that for a while and tell me how bitter it tastes
The index finger that has cast blame on so many others
Curl it up and take a good look at yourself
The middle finger that feigns defiance
Ha, you know what to do with that!
Your empty ring finger has little to tell
It looks like its getting used to being bare
Ah, my favourite!
The little pinky
I see that it’s still very crowded
Can’t say that I miss being wrapped around it
This post is filed under:
Poetry / Creative Writing
Tags: Creative Writing, Paul Seele, Poetry
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