Surgery
Merrily merrily I say unto thee
It's time to go in for surgery!
Anesthesia pumping through my veins; knocked out for forty five
Oh please oh please do not let me die
Post-op's a *****, tortuous at that
Splints in my nose, feeling so whack
But **** it I say, this could be more dire
It could be worse, I could be on fire!
Copyright © Dustin Craig | Year Posted 2012
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