Ιn the midst of my fingers there it lies.
In the midst of my fingers,
inside the flesh of the middle one, surrounding the bone,
there lays the biggest FUCK YOU my unsubstantiated being can muster.
Inside the flesh of the finger, you can find it by thoroughly searching with a needle or a small knife,
inside the tip of my finger is written the loudest screech of a FUCK YOU the industrious workinghard factory of my workinghard hateful sternum can produce.