A man has two hands. One reaches into the ground To unearth his plans And demand For his own satisfactory Desires. His hand conspires, Blood pulses through his veins And bulging snares Beat their Thick greed to satisfy. The other is extended – Reaching, Its joints firm and unbending Imitating and pulsating To the thumping In his soul, Its blood courses freely To commit Every kinetic impulse and He Knows which hand The man will consciously eliminate To satiate His treasure-filled soul. ::Printed on American Apparel::
