Physician

I know you are there waiting for me
To say I am all wrong
But I will continue to sing my song
Until I feel my pulse has stopped.

My body is mine.

A surgeon may have to cut to remove
Some annoying unneeded part
A psychiatrist may mutter to me
About what is in my head
But no physician may utter
About my buttery habits.

I know my body is doomed to die
And I hear my body is strong.
When it is time to go I'll know
Taking all my pleasures with me.

I do not want to die healthy.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-10 at 04:33

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