Pollex Bollocks
To see me now bent hard at
the middle,
doubled over my double by
my side,
noses to the grindstone,
shoulders to the
Wheel
You’d never believe it but
there was a
Time
before the wheel of time
rounded on us;
two jaunty so and so’s,
jacks-of-all-trades
proudly brandished by Homo
habilis
and all of his descendants,
we had our
fingers in every pie, the plumiest
jobs all came our way, the
fanciest cars
all going our way. Smirking presidents
on carrier decks to the
lowliest
of bankers flush with a
fat bonus check,
arms extended in
exultation, thrust
us toward the heavens when
they weren’t busy
jamming us in someone’s
eye or tipping
the scales with a deft sleight
of hand we were
only too happy to
finesse. But all
that’s changed now. Like the mighty Chicago
River Darwin’s Theory has
been reversed,
perhaps by a wrathful God
who just pulled
the on-screen keyboard out
of His ass one
breezy Saturday morning proclaiming
it adapted to us, dooming
us to
spend the rest of our
lives in a Downward
Dog pecking out billions
of lonely misspelled
missives, chickens come
home to roost at last,
hands rendered useless, devoid
of fingers.
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