Obsessed With My Toes

I sit staring at my toes

And wonder what the hell they are for

Stubbing

Toenails like ice chips

Clear and sharp

And always getting in the way

Crooked toes, funny little digits

But they do have their uses

Picking up pens and kicking up backsides

Feet like brass bands

Loud and proud of it

Pretty blue veins

Patterning the skin

Like maps on a tabletop

Leading a treasure hunter who knows where

They too have their uses

Standing their ground or finding their way to my mouth

They are really quite good at that

I just wish my mouth wasn't so accommodating

Obssessed with my toes

What a bloody wonderful life I lead

Maybe tomorrow I'll obssess about my ears

They're quite nice you know