At my first surgery
My mother held a scalpel
She carved at my face
Not carefully, but cursory
She replaced the bones with shrapnel
At my second surgery
Peers passed around bulldog clamps
I took one for myself
They took a major artery
Now my heart's beating scamps
People keep performing surgeries
Scissors, scalpels, and bone drills
Although I am not undone
I am just ornery
It is just a bitter pill
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Nosce te Ipsum
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written. Free verse, Aubade, Couplets, Prose, and Laments. Probably some accidental Doggerels. Mostly I am posting this for my own enjoyment, but I hope others enjoy it as well. I will add more as I write m...
