They quickly just sewed me back up after seeing I was lousy
with inoperable bitterness
My tests all came back with an astonishingly high level of
aggressively vapid pettiness
They removed a bloody tumor of hatred the size of a lemon
from the inside of my skull
My symptoms all pointed towards full blown infection with a
virulent & selfish greed
They told me at first that the operation probably had gotten
all of my foolish pride
Lab results indicated a black void of willful ignorance
growing steadily within me
The specialist confirmed that although I could hear well, I
was totally unable to listen
Cutting into my consciousness the surgeons were sprayed with
advertising images
An MRI revealed there was indeed a large deposit of lead
lodged deep within my posterior
Further tests revealed I saw only a narrow tunnel and was
unable to turn my head
My blood work indicated that I was profoundly low on morals,
faith and scruples
A noted surgeon recommended silicon to augment the emptiness
I had always felt within
My imbalance of understanding led to a toxic overproduction
of hatred that then built up inside
They found a ruptured valve that continuously leaked burning
apprehension deep into my gut
A moral blockage prevented me from ever feeling the effect
of my actions upon any others
Their expensive drugs enhanced my will to live which had
atrophied with age
Indeed, that greenish tint derived from my body’s inability
to eliminate its envy
A biopsy of my spleen showed it full of the bitterest form
of unvented self-rejection
They had to go in and relieve the great pressure that anger
was putting on my brain
The blood flow to my heart was nearly stopped by an
accumulation of ill will
The phantom pains I suffered near my colon were due to my
job and my wife
They removed the thick deposits of resentment that were
causing my feet to drag
A malignantly enlarged ego had impaired my ability to
observe my own foolishness
My overproduction of sarcasm was related to the large
quantity of faith that I had lost
They determined I could not differentiate my own vent from
random excavations
Their analysis concluded that I did, indeed, suffer from
chronic cranial rectosis
Genetic sampling revealed a self-entitled tendency towards
amoral sales behavior
My blood sample came back positive for a real belief in the
lies that they had me read
Scans revealed a potentially catastrophic buildup of
frustration about my tongue
They extracted a writhing mass of unrelated marketing images
from deep inside my trachea
He recommended avarice thinners to alleviate my potentially
fatal grasping
They determined removing my morals would likely curb this
crippling idealism
Operating on a cyst of stubbornness they discovered my large
fistula of frustration
Surgeons said they could correct my congenitally permanent
sarcastically-knowing smirk
They said their latest drug could reduce my potentially
fatal artery-clogging sloth
Yet
their ultrasonic images showed a very small boy still laughing deep within me
No comments:
Post a Comment