All Thumbs
+7i broke my finger once.
it caused just a wince
of discomfort,
mostly because
it meant wasting time
on x-rays and trying
to keep the cast dry
while taking a shower.
it was one of those ohwells,
like when a car breaks down
on the way to a football game -
a pity, but not much more that that.
that was before
i started playing golf.
now – a sprained thumb
of my right hand!
the agony of not being able
to grip the club properly
for few days is just
too much to bear,
shit!
This poem was written/submitted by Bogeyman.
