In a Jam

I jammed my finger in the door,
It really gave me the blues,
The purples and the reds as well,
For now I have a bruise.
I was sleepy from a fitful sleep,
Out for my morning walk,
Not paying very much attention.
And now I cannot talk.
For the pain vibrates under the nail,
The blood is getting thick,
I can’t work out if I will faint,
Or if I will be sick.
Slowly the pain subsides,
I feel like such a fool,
I’ll feel each and every bump,
When I go to school.
For injuries such as these,
Are felt throughout the day,
As you do even a simple task,
The pain comes into play.
So now I have a monument,
To not taking enough due care,
And when I give people the finger,
At my bruise they can now stare.