Yesterday (I Had Fingers)

Two hands make a whole,
A stigma to bind the soul.
Yet God would think me awful silly,
If I dropped my scarf when the wind was chilly.

Yesterday, I had fingers,
Today, I do not,
I’m a handicapped dead ringer,
Of a badly aimed gunshot.

Yesterday, I could open,
My zipper in a single trick,
But now my bone’rs broken,
And I can’t even touch my dick.

Yesterday, I fed my critter,
A bunny named Mr Thumps,
But now he’s left starved and bitter,
For all I have are stumps.

Yesterday, I sipped so dinky,
From a dainty china cup,
Before I’d cushion the fall with my pinky,
But now it thuds down so abrupt.

Two hands make a whole,
A stigma to bind the soul.
Yet God would think me awful dumb,
If I tied my laces with my thumbs.

Yesterday, I had fingers,
Today I do not.