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Hand surgeon, aptly named Charlie 
Had a habit most folk view bizarrely
Each day before patients lay on his table
He sniffed a line or two which made him able
To slice and dice, hyped up head felt cathartic

Injuries presented, varied and complex
Imbibed biological Bibles, known reflex
Mere matchstick puzzle, bones twenty seven
Mirror met snow snakes, elongated elevens
Intensified his focus on anethesised subjects

Doc performs ops. at astounding rates
Each one completed, eager Charlie takes
Another line, consumed with smoothest relish
Ability to tinker successfully, truly embellished
Speed increase propels the money he makes! 

High as Heaven Charlie felt himself a professor
Straight surgery defunct, fine skills suppressor 
To rip skin open and zip through job, elating 
Benefits of blow for bone shifts, no debating
Need to nourish nostrils with coke, incessant 




11th September 2020 

Of course, this phenomena is common in many industries, 
   including surgery.  Not sure if in contemporary time, 
   surgeons are drug tested, but I doubt they are. 
-  Have been told first hand by a surgeon that it's 
  regularly practiced to hone their performance. 
-  Unfortunately, patients are not audiences 
   being performed to!!  
-  Perhaps the general public has faith in their 
   white collar workers, to avoid overuse.

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