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Back in
day (of ma
mum, and
perhaps
since time
immemorial)
utterances
of physicians
nsync with
Staff of Asclepius
pounded
against floor,
(which wrought
life to
entwined serpent,
whose beady
eyed
hypnotic power)
understandably
ranked
doctors among
near
mythical
powerful
Gods,
who ought
best not
be ignored, thus
(then a young
Harriet Harris,
now long
since deceased)
felt ove
rbearing
heft of
medical
practitioners
final words,
and
subsequently
would nought
refute,
ignore, nor
dispute sacred
commandment
hence would
n'er be accused
of sacrilegious
immodesty,
impiety,
or impropriety
(towards
medical
institution),
and never
doubt voice
most supreme
in the universe,
thus she
felt caught
against
challenging authority
meekly
surrendered
her only
son, bought
with
bargaining chip
indubitable faith
in omni
potent equip
ment
with hocus
pocus magic
to flip
precious life
humming along,
or force
death grip
upon a lovely
boy (christened
Matthew
Scott Harris),
at present
lapsed
beet hip
pea hooping
to stave
off crossing
the lip
of LX
bracket, there
fore
reckons a nip
and tuck (think
prefrontal
lobotomy),
asper when
just a pip
squeak
ushered,
where
mine existence
could be
mortgaged
with accidental,
(or
purposeful) slip
of the knife,
while
under
anesthetized trip
returning
minus a
mass of
enlarged
lymphatic tissue
between
the back of
the nose
and the throat.
