SLAM!

The Twirler

I watch as the light bounces off of my instrument of entertainment
The cold feel of the silver between my fingers
Spinning, spinning, spinning
I lose control and the fork clatters to the floor
Can't stop now
Spoon in hand, I try again
Twirling, twirling, twirling
Faster now, with more control
The spoon is tossed and caught with ease
Flipping slightly in the air
Its beauty is unrivaled
My sweat is slick and the spoon slips
Can't stop now
The knife is flying through the air
Caught once, then again
Behind the back
Knife lands in shoe
Stopping now

In case you can't tell, my bad habit is twirling silverware between my fingers, kinda like people do with pencils and coins. Sometimes I toss them in the air, making them flip before I catch them.

~ Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads... do I smell blueberry pie? - if Yoda had ADD ~

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