What's Its Name
Dr. Good in hospital reminds us all
All pregnancies are final
Inconceivable at the core
Inconveniences must be dealt with
Just another disease in need of cure
A personal malignancy to freedom
An interference with fun for sure
That growth inside of you must be extracted
Womb removals come at a pretty penny my dear
Dr. Metal Hanger operates at night
Just around the corner in the dark
In the back alley with a long thin wire
That inconvenience will come right out
Don't worry about the other organs
There is no extra charge for you
So spread um baby and open wide
Say Ahh.... This kind doesn't cry
By the way....what's its name?
The young girl whimpers, “Tumor”
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