Fingers are trouble makers
Even home wreckers
Touching, touching everything
Even before the brain thinks
Perhaps eyes should be at the digits
So fingers could be rigid even frigid
The horror of what they touch!
Liquids, gels, solids, even starch
Most diseases vectored by fingers
Even Covid on fingers lingers
We keep castigating the persona
Instead of fingers for spread of Corona.
It's catch twenty two, pun, intended
Fingers are trouble it can't be pretended
But how would we spread love?
Without fingers so trouble some?