So simple, yet so formative

So loud, it speaks in volumes

Just with a simple jesture, yes

It simmers out high volume

The middle finger, it is sure

The most important one

I stick it up, without resent

Then all my angst is shun

I thank whomever made it known

The power of this symbol

For all frustrations, they atone

I often use them, nimble

I never have to waste my breath

Or conjure up a shout

Just when I'm feeling life's bereft

I take these bad boys out

Why should I turn to impotence?

No need to turn to violence

My lord has blessed me with this gift

And leads me with his guidance

If I can not express myself

Completely, through this pen

I'll take these fighters off the shelf

No matter where or when