She said he should release all hostile thoughts anger
Or anything negative clouding his mind.
And he said you hardly know me.
And she said, I know that you have a lot of anger, hostility
And he said if I do, it is my business, after all who knows better than myself, my mother, my father…
Yes, yes. Yes, she stared vacuously.
I am really trying hard not to step on toes. Be hostile but at times they are so baaaaaaad to me, they simply seem not to care.
AND SHE SAYS, is your nose still intact?
And he says, doc says they’re ready to fall off any time, but can wear a prosthetic.
But what about you, he asks, you don’t look so good yourself, what’s the matter with your eyes? They’re sagging.
Oh they’re ok, just need a little surgery or two, and they will be fit as a fiddle.
‘Then why are you always crying?’
‘Because my tear ducts dint work properly’
‘Don’t worry, though, it don’t bother me, but your arms seem to hang funny’
‘Yes, she says teary eyed’ as she dabs them with a napkin, but really I am getting better, and I really love You Doug, and I don’t care if You are not capable, you know, that way, I love you, Doug, really do, and what you look like matters little.’
He itches, and chunks of flesh come off his arm, as they embrace,
‘What is happening to You, Doug?’
I also have flesh eating disease. Only a minor inconvenience, I am going to be operated tomorrow, doc says my little toe on my left foot has to come off.
Too bad she says, but don’t worry, I have some other issues as well, I’m spastic, and have a touch of Alzimers.
'Aren’t you too young darling, for that kind of thing? She asks credulously.
Not really, but certainly worth noting. My case was written up in the New England Journal of medicine.
Oh darling darling, sweet,
The set grows dark, ambulances can be heard shrieking, and the curtain closes.
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