Fallout From the War On Women

I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly this metal thing came into my room poked around and pulled me out. The doctor stabbed me, smashed my head, cut off my arms and legs, threw my pieces in a bucket with the others. It's been a busy day at the clinic. At the closing hour, a nurse dumped the bucket in a freezer sack, took it out in the alley and threw it in a bin. In the morning a private truck took the sack to the garbage dump. The driver tossed it on the highest pile, launching flies, at least a thousand. Sitting up here now I can tell you I don't need arms or legs. I can hear the angels singing. Donal Mahoney