How I deal with my RA
I'm not like Jake the Peg
With the extra leg
But I too go
Diddle iddle iddle um , as
My right foot goes straight
But the left turns left
I needn't search
For sewing accessories
My fingers are already
On pins and needles
You nasty pink onions
You have met your match in me
I shall not shed a single tear,
'Cos, My eyes are
As dry as the Thar
I have no need
For a heater in my room
My entire right leg
Is on fire, to keep me warm
When the pain numbs my will,
I could kill my self
But
Oh, I don't need a gun
I have my trigger finger.