Frenzical Fingers

Fingers, Fingers, I just let them go, Where they will take this, I just don't know. They are moving so fast right now they're a blurr, They are even making my nerves start to stir. But I am letting them go to where they have got, What they are writing, a clue I have not. For they are in a frenzy you see, And that is just what they want to be. They want to move so fast I can't stop, If I do, I think that from my hands they might drop. So go fingers, go...to where you will, I shant stop you from even putting down swill. Because the frenzy has caught them, And now they want to answer it some. They still have not stopped, or even slowed down, I feel like I'm writing like Bozo the Clown! But if I am I'll just take it in stride, It's the fingers that have done it, so nothing to hide. After all, I couldn't get by without their frantic pace, When I want to write on this poetry place. So why should I stop them when they want a chance, To make the keys tingle and jump to their dance. I guess they are getting tired and sore, Or maybe they think that what they've put down is a bore. Well, however it turns out it will be their own plight, After all, it was Finger Frenzy, that brought out this fight!