Hands

If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Trying to express what we say Sometimes words are just not enough We surely need some other way If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Couldn't show our utter disgust About this and that about ying and yang About which politician not to trust If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Frustration would rear its head Valium would surely be the drug of choice So we use the bad finger instead If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute No words are clearer than this Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening A sign you surely can't miss If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Need to just take a very deep breath There's nothing that's really that important Sometimes lose it myself, must confess © Jack Ellison 2012