Ce Soir C'Est La Notre Poem by Dan Caliolio

Doctor to patient: Has it ever occurred that Angels took breaths of danger, which had you going crazy, and as you fight and dig,
they become the best sweet-talkers.
and then
you're caught, and you're done.
you're free
to go celebrate happily ever after.

patient to Doctor: You know, as I lay here,
the contusions of breathing help me figure out
the pros and cons of
living.
As you help me,
I inch closer to telling you to get the hell out
because cadavers like you,
cherish prized possesions like me.

cue Everyone: I'll tell them to leave the room.wait Who? patient or Doctor? as to which I see, the cliches begin to line up
'I'm sorry, we did everything we can.'
as they say when the trophy flies off with the servants of God.

we're doctors; cadavers,
dictators.
the deepest.