Chiropractor's Tractor

I get paid driving a farm tractor
  with sideline job as chiropractor;
    I massage, soothe muscular pains,
      move circulation through your veins;

though never trained in orthopedics,
  I've got some real skills like the medics;
    strained tendons or twisted ligaments,
      come, just suit yourselves, my compliments;

I rub and press, and even squeeze
  your bodies, limbs, extremities;
    be yours the size of whales or eels,
      your aches, your ills this masseur heals;

the contours of your anatomy
  are easy topographies for me;
    I've learned skills of a land surveyor
      from years of driving a farm tractor.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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