Blisters On My Hands
A man offered me some money but first he grabbed my hand much like a policeman would to cuff it then. The man went on to say I'll help yew cause it appears to me you have been working there there is blisters gone but calluses appear and they have been there long in time. Eye was offended but seldom let it out back then, and the man was happy he had helped a hard working fiend but now eye pause and some unhappy clouds my memory as it was several months had passed the work was gone and eye had almost lost my hope in man for what is man but hate and seldom would he help at all but judges give a fickle mess of calluses to me they blister up my hands and feed my lust and laugh at me and gamble for my drink and take the work earned pay a crooked way they love the blisters on my hands.
