I Hate My Hands (a poem)
Utensils
Feed myself
Play with myself
Pick my nose and make sure I don't get food or come
on myself
Weapons
Punch others
Kill others (sometimes with just one finger)
Shake hands and lie to
others
I love my hands
Utensils
Feed myself
Play with myself
Pick my nose and make sure I don't get food or come
on myself
Weapons
Punch others
Kill others (sometimes with just one finger)
Shake hands and lie to
others
I love my hands
Posted by Harrison Forbes at 9:09 AM
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