These ArmsMy arms are not the same length But they both move at incredible speeds And they spin dizzily around in circles The world they feed You will hate them for revolving so quickly But you will love them for massaging you to sleep You will loath them for shaking you rigorously when the sun ascends And you will certainly despise them For bringing about your end Because these hands have the power To build a dam in the busiest, most traffic infested, street. And these hands have the strength To rub together vigorously at the end of long winter, bringing heat. And the best/wThese Arms
