hand-gine

this morning i got a paper cut in the worst place ever*

the hand-gine, or hand-ginA, finger-crotch, digi-puss: that delicate, petal like place where your fingers meet and greet each oths

while this is indeed bad, i could only fall to my knees and thank the heavens above that i wasnt an eighteenth century fishwife who spent the whole day salting and/or pickling herring. WITH A PAPER CUT IN THE DIGIPUSS. ALL DAY WITH NO RESPITE IN SITE**









*besides tongue or i suppose ur gentials proper, not the manual fascimilie thereof, or eyeball- that would suK tuh

**everytime i rhyme on accident i gots to give meself a full-on shout out: YO! WHAT WHAT! I'M A POET AN' I DIN'T EVEN KNOW IT! HOLLLLLAAAAH (ATCHA BITCHES) WHAT!