I tried typing today
No more the two-fingered peck
I presume it will speed me up
And keep RSI in check
Yet when I follow my machine master
I lose control of my digits
My left hand steals the missives of my right
I hurtle towards absurdness faster
My fingers cannot find the keys
Perhaps if they had eyes
On every fingertip, I am sure
My accuracy would rise
I struggle on, against my
Inefficient biology, yet when
After an hour and half’s practice, I find
Touch typing not beyond my ken
How marvellous this construct
Of flesh and jumpy electricity
Truly, we are creatures of clay
Limited only by our ingenuity