Surgery
Just back from the surgery
(at least it’s ‘the’ surgery, not
cold-steel ‘surgery’…)
Surgery. Well-named.
Surges of fear, apprehension,
remorse, injustice, you name it.
On second thoughts, don’t bother.
The reception room’s OK though.
The counter staff are always ready for
a laugh, a smile, a bit of banter.
Today, it’s ‘Do you mind being video’d?
It’s a training video. If that’s OK, would you sign
now, and again afterwards? ’
Cue for joker: you should have warned me,
I’d have gone to Make-Up first, and I only give my signature
for charity these days…send the fee to my agent
and next time my people will talk to your people
about the Pers. App….
but they stopped listening halfway.
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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