The Doctor Is Not In
Let’s get one thing straight, dear
Let’s give the Devil his due
The clouds are conspired against us
The Revolutionaries hate us, too
There’s no room at the foot of the mountain
Only the sordid survive
Youth only drowns in a fountain
Only wasted memories thrive
Did you ever hear the one about
The doctor with no patience
Don’t leave me locked here in this lab
With my hideous creations
You pay the price for your concealment
So hidebound and subdued
If I knew where childhood’s zeal went,
I’d be in a better mood
But now the autopsy is finished
No hope for the organs at all
And no trace of the heart’s existence
But for the splatter on the wall
Did you ever hear the one about
There under the sweltering lights
Time is a play of dimension
I know you’re up to your arms in gore
But I was hoping for an extension
I was hoping for a life-extension.
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2018
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