Cutting off blood circulation,
inflammation,
hand is turning
black to blue.
Poor fool's face
must've been
made of steel.
Typing with one hand
on a late morning,
3rd cup of coffee
finally getting the heart
pumping,
wondering what he's doing.

Hope the *******'s face
fell off.

There's a
primal urge
that rips through
the body
and you cannot stop;
blow after ****** blow.
Until someone pulls
you off,
bones shattered
all across your hand.
You can't even tell.

Till you wake up
late one morning
and you're typing
with one hand,
wondering
if that *******
had as much trouble
brushing his teeth
as you did.