They'll Hand It To You, Jewel Paws To Yous It

 

              Our lives are in a race competition between hands and feet, between paws and claws,  between what you can do and how you can get there, meaningfully.  Does this mean who gets there first, or even who gets there, or does it mean we think other related living beings are worse than us?  Is it speed or hatred enough of other people to not call them people?  Well, there is more living, thinking, feeling things on earth other than our own people.  I started as a child.  What was I a child of?  What life, if you consider it life, is so childish?  Are you calling a fellow living thing an “IT”?  Are you saying that something that is a toe is called a claw on  some other living things?  Things that are not you.  How do you know that they are not you?  Do you even know what “know” means?

              I think I understand that I grew up as a cell in a hair that became a finger nail.  My family, my Mother, my Father, my sister, and my brother were, are, might be, and possibly will be the fingers on this hand.  My neighbor is the right hand.  A couple near by street neighbors are those two feet.  Our country is our person.  Our continent is our neighborhood.  Our world is our state.  Our solar system is our world. Our Universe is our sun, moon, and Mars.  That Mars you but it Jars me.  I hate being in a Jar.  But I don’t hate beings in those Jars.  And what about our pets?  What about our river’s cells?!  What about The Forests Around Us!!!  What is a being?  What is a thinker?  What is an Exister???  And don’t forget the soil.  Don’t forget the sandstones.  Don’t forget The Magma!!!   And What About All Those Ions and Anti-Ions????   And do you Remember that Anti-Mater Really Matters!!!  And they are not our Masters.

              All those feets, claws, toes, calluses, and so on.  Hands versus Feet.  Feet are so great that size is named for a Foot.  But do not mind hindfoot, midfoot, and that forefoot.  Don’t forget Plantar Fascia, Achilles Tendon, Talus, Metatarsals, Phalanges, and all those little Sesamoids.  A phalanges (finger bones) here, a metacarpals (palm bones) there, here some carpal bones (wrist bones), there some groups of mangy toes:  Hallux, Pointer, Middle, Ring, and Baby Toe.  A finger finger here, a finger finger there, here a Thumb, there a Index, every where a Middle, and Little.  Since I’m talking about fingers and telling you what’s Here, did you Hear the Ring?

              All over there are Animals with Thumbs.  A handful of Primates, with their friends the Marsupials, and those Amphibians, and don’t forget the Reptiles!  You think they are all of us.  Are you racist against Animals without Feet?   Instead having four hands you’s guys are primarily primates.  I’m a  chimpanzees, you’re a  gorillas, my not friend friends are orangutans, and don’t forget those monkeys, at last thought, lemurs!

              My pal’s name is Big Foot.  Where did Foot Foot go?  What did Foot Foot do?  Foot Foot, where do they not mind you?  It must be a snake that is like a Foot and a dog that is like a Hand.

But you snakes have no feet, other than the hidden, unused bones shrunk in your skeleton.  Spy on that spinal chord.  And chorus with those unused, wasted feet.   And do Dogs have Paws?  They have no hands at all.  They use their mouth and teeth for fingers and hand use.  And see them Do and Do and Doo all over the place.

              I guess Artificial Intelligence has been replaced by imaginary calluses. Your Calluses keep calling You Sissie.  Would you rather be a Foot Ball or a Wooden Foot All?  I just wish you were a Handy Person.  Do you want to be Toad Away or A Toed That Way?  I know That Dog has a Fine Grrr.  So, you can’t say he has no fingers!  He’s got two paws for it.  And I got Foot Tour for my Future!  I am so proud that my many toes are my Momentoes.  It is all related.  My Mom sure Met Toes.  Even though you call my family  Foot Loss and Family Freaks.

              I just want to be called Handsome.  I don’t live in a cage like my Hand Stir.  We are all a bunch of Foot Lupus and Failing Fleas, Please.   I don’t want no Freak On no mix.  We are becoming a Freak Of Nation.  With our Hand Dull we claim we Care.  Our words are just Handy.  And we are Weirs causing your  Hands to Die.  You think you are Foot Sure.  You are really a Toe Knight, Toe Knight, I’ll make the charge Toe Fright.

              Remember when I clapped my hands as my feet walked me through the woods.  Wooden floors and wounded feet.  I pointed at other beings as I tread my way to fool school.  I headed to the front door but my feat tours grew a lot worse.

              Just learn it.  Worms never had feet and hands.  Snakes used to have legs and arms and they used to be armed with feet or hands or claws or paws.  Paws that paused their development.  What was meant by that?  Is that why you are mean by us.  Spin and find your way.  Your sin is Your Way is to be In The Way!

              I may not be Handed to some, but some of us cause Pawses in the infractions of life.  I can’t nail it claws you walked right into my path.  I am even more pathetic cuss of my thumb bone being a thumb bomb. Bone Voyage.  My Bones have Aged and Aged.  You fin your way to the See and I fink my way with all I Sea.  And I am really Icey.  Sprint, hint here.  Mint, lint there.  Hear a scale, heavy scale, what I wear causes swears there.     

 

To get along with all of this I kneed to I need to Mill Ions.  Ions don’t breath but Lions do, and they also breathe and they also poo.  You Bleed with Thrill Ions.  I must pay the Bill of Ions.

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