Surgeons At 11am Poem by Alexa Greenwood
Surgeons At 11am
Rating: ★4.5
Here come the butchers,
Doing their rounds,
Checking this and that.
Is there enough skin in the freezer?
I don't know how they do it?
Their minds must have been raped at an early age.
Have they no imagination,
These carvers of flesh.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
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5/6/2024 11:25:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
yeah, they sort of walk around like robots trying to perfect the human condition.. interesting subject for a poem..well done