20071128-Helping Hands
My skin ruptures:
Cracked dry like the desert from lack of moisture
That no bottled water could rehydrate
From handling old files dated since the 1930’s
My skin bleeds:
Sliced opened by papers made of chopped down trees
That no bottled lotion could soften or sooth
From washing with harsh soap to form ragged cuticles
My skin bruises:
Colored purple from kneeling down in submission
That no bottled tears could contain
From working hard to repair my life of bad credit
My helping hands do more than suffer.
They heal those near and far.
Or punch the lights out of adversaries.
Or flick off anyone with humorous delight.
In return, won’t you lend me your helping hand — pretty please, with sugar on it? I guess not.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
