He stood over at the foot of my bed,
Reading from his arched eyebrow note-pad;
Saying while his gloved finger pointed:
“It will go more smoothly when you listen.”
The brainwash cables have come slowly down;
The eye that blinks and doesn’t look around;
The brush that paints the symptom of a frown;
To speak when spoken to and nothing more.
“It will go more smoothly when you listen.”
Surgical knife slashed through me navel up;
Stitches lain over the cables and then zipped;
Fall down! Fall down old man, all is crushed,
Like a McDonald’s fry caught in a door.
“It will go more smoothly when you listen.”
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