An ode to the middle finger

Life gives you lemons
They say, “make lemonade”.
Things go dark
They say,”see the light”.
The heart breaks to pieces
They say,”pick them up”.
But then a clever fellow came
He said the same
But it came out a different way.
All with the movement of his hand.

He clenched his fist
Folded his fingers
Stuck the middle one out
And in an instant
Life was never the same.
And the relief that came
Words could never explain
Sentiments regained!
All it took
Was a finger’s sway
And the disappointment
Flew away…



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