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”