Sore Thumb and No Cable

Jove wasn’t smilin’ on me today.

A nail did a number on my hand.

Turned out to be the way my fortune lay.

And my night of misery began.

I’ve got a

sore thumb and no cable.

Lord, have mercy on me.

Mac and Cheese on the table.

Kojak on antenna TV.

Glorious misfortune always happens to me.

Sore thumb and no cable

is my sad destiny.

They fixed up my sorry ass,

not caring how I smelled

and forewent a mess of laughs

at the thumby tale I telled.

They fixed my hide and did provide

a tetanus shot and all.

I slinked home and crawled inside

my own hole-in-the-wall.

Home to a

sore thumb and no cable.

Everybody knows

that I’m unable

to receive the latest shows.

Buncha scatologic luck this Thursday did bring.

Sore thumb and no cable

is my state of being.

A limited selection,

and my shoulder feelin’ tender.

That’s part of the protection,

‘gainst what tetanus could render.

Dexterity and diligence

just weren’t enough.

I rue me the carelessness.

I shoulda worn gloves.

But-

Mork dispenses laughter- Mindy has the sunshine.

Sore thumb and no cable

ain’t no cause to whine.