Fickle Finger
(for Chris Greenwood)
Sometimes, mate
The finger of fate
Uncomfortable, maybe
And fickle
May deliver a blow
But it’s better, you know
Than the tickle
That comes
From a sickle
All shall be well
And all shall be well
All manner of things
Are intended
So contemplate this
As they’re taking the p*ss
Sometimes fate
Is a mate
To be friended
by Gail
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