>> All right, change around again and write a poem
against inadequate anesthesia drugs in a hospital.
The doctor and I have become intimate.
He has wheeled me off to a dark room where we can be alone together.
He hums for I'm a pirate king from The Pirates of Penzance as he pries
out my eyeball and lays it on my chin.
"Don't flinch", he says.
"You could hurt yourself that way."
I start screaming, "Black eye patch!
Black eye patch!
Pirate! Pirate!"
He says to stop screaming.
What will the patients out there think?
I can't give you an anesthetic, just not yet, because this is just a diagnosis.
But don't worry, you won't feel a thing during the operation.
"I thought this was the operation", I screamed.
"Silly", he said.
He fondled my eyeball and gave me a soul kiss.
This is just the beginning of our relationship.