My thumb’s been sore for more than two weeks. Why
I am not sure but it’s sure come to be
A stumbling block, fumbling whenever I
Use hands, mumbling, grumbling in agony
This sum total of thumping misery
Should be a rule of thumb, a digital
Denominator of numbness. Come, see
How glum I am without my thumb. It’s all
Just like Tom Thumb’s blues, losing it. Hassle
Is endless, fingers friendless, thundery sky
I wonder as I wander, somebody
Crawl underneath this rumbling tumbril
Pull me undone, unbecoming to die
Not done with strumming strings and swinging free
Sun 25 May 2008
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