My Right Hand (a Poem)

My Right Hand has a certain arrogance,

A seeming superiority to My Left;

But were it to lose its symmetric partner,

It would surely be bereft.

For My Left Hand wields the fork,

Conducts the conversation when we talk;

My Left Hand forms the chords

That My Right Hand’s picking rewards.

Extraverts have a certain arrogance…

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