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Under the Spoon (Free verse) by MacFrantic
I've gone into surgery
Set limits on this perjury
A hippocratic oath that
Spills from hypocritic oafs
And when I tumble under
I should wonder if they plunder
From the vault embodied here
Without my wits
Under the spoon I fear
I'll never learn to trust
Lust for feelings that I must
And I may wake to see
That seeing was commodity
You have me
I have not you
Nor ability to sue
Because I signed a waiver
Uncertain of a certain savior
Please just fill me up
With gas until I pass
And I will thank you later
See you later
Alligator
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