Arm

An arm that does the bidding,
Shakes at the forbidding,
Tells you what you are giving
Shows you what you are missing,
Does your digging,
Opinions against what you’re picking,
Gets tired of your world that’s spinning,
But when it comes to it it’s willing,
Waiting to see you winning.

An arm waiting for requests,
It grasps at your chess,
Will always assess,
When you’re alone it will confess.
It is what will express,
In anger and in stress,
It will never guess,
Knowing more than less,
Looking out for your mess,
Hoping to see progress,
Helpingyou oppress.