Some wear them for pleasure, Some wear them for luck, And some with abandon who don't give a fuck. Most wastrels prefer them, And men who have nits, Who cannot spare money to pay for the tips. You can open a letter, Or scratch at your mange, And after a purchase deposit your change. You can roll up a rollie, Or forage a crisp, Then get out your penis and shake off the drips. Past early December, They're not quite so warm, But these garments aren't worthy of mortal man's scorn. Their merits are many, So please don't rebuff, My feelings regarding the fingerless glove!