De-Livered
A British surgeon yearning for
Some immortality
Did laser his initials
On some livers, carefully.
His action was uncovered
When one liver didn’t heal;
With a second operation,
The initials did reveal.
I wonder at his motives
For if it were simply pride,
Why then etch his inspiration
In a place so deep inside?
In the end it doesn’t matter
For the courts will soon deliver
This strange surgeon and his hubris
To his new home up the river.
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