I hate a confrontation;
I hate an intervention;
I hate the storm of feelings
And the lightning in the fray.
I could not be a surgeon;
I have a strong aversion
To be the cause of any pain,
E'en that which goes away.
The surgeon sees a healing -
That's why his job's appealing.
His temporary hurting's so
The other does not stay.
That surely is my reason
All pain is out of season -
I never see the problem solved;
Just hear the donkey bray.
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