I Type With My Nose

I Type With My Nose

Tough Actin Tinactin takes care of the itch but
Putting it on though can be such a bitch
Folks with bad backs who can’t reach the itch haven
Look down at their feet like a mouse and a raven
Soaring above the gangrene covered toes
Suicidal thoughts and the like I suppose
Two feet on fire can make a day bad
Obese maimed and crippled all now are mad
Scientists think of a way to apply
Tough Actin Tinactin on my crippled wife
Do it yourself you yell loudly back
You guys aren’t doctors just old sorry quacks
I’d smear it on her if I was able
But I lost my arms now I’m not so stable
When she gets desperate I chew on the bottle
And with my two teeth like lead on the throttle
Hurrying to put out two feet hot with fire
Try doing that without arms you’ll perspire
As it is today and has always been
I am no friend to that damned tinactin!