How long will the surgery last
The scapel has no flesh left to pierce
You’ve studied every pore
every intention and cell
With nothing new to find
no resolve to change
How long can I last under the scrutiny
of your surgical eye
Without anesthesia
I’m open to listening
I’m open and vulnerable to your diagnosis
Tell me how to change
Tell me how to be 
Write a book on my disease
And watch the world agree
Let the Amen corner witness
and take credit for my survival
But once your God-like ego
Has had its last orgasm
At my mortal expense
Close me up
Or leave me to heal

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