Pointed Snob
Point me a finger
And at least just consider
My desperate state
Point me a finger
Even though in disgust
And calm this little dust
Point me a finger
Even if the middle one
And I’ll make you the little one
Point me a finger
Even though in anger
And I’ll knock a little harder
Point me a finger
And rotate it with vigor
And I’ll grow a little bigger
But ignore me not
For I’ll grow no more
And become just a little knot!
Copyright © Hosea Ochieng | Year Posted 2019
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