Fingers
In all ten
For my life of pen:
For the prize-fighter's fists
From the eyes summoning mists.
To our own eyes move straight,
When we can no longer wait
To rid them of slumber
And add to the outside world’s number.
Often gesturing our wish
To throw together some dish
And eating it off zoom,
The hell getting out of our room!
Sometimes, combating the itch
In public An Embarrassing :
And the pin-pricking worms
Picnicking in our rectums!
In creativity, The Wisely Engaged,
When inventive mind is not hedged
To every onlooker reminding
That on one it is binding
To display his being the rod
Moses had picked from God
Fingers can Mister A land in trouble
And Mister B supply a double.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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