The Devil's Plaything

My left hand, it talks to me.
It speaks of things I cannot see.
My poor right hand must write them down
and boy, that raises quite a frown.

See, my right hand writes spiderily
which makes it hard for me to see
what my left hand was trying to say
the random scrawl gets in the way.

So back to my left hand I go
but when I ask it doesn't know
what it said, just a minute before
yeah, my left hand is quite a bore.

So tell me, should I capitulate?
Or keep it simple: AMPUTATE!

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