Sunday, March 20, 2011

My Test Results Revealed

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

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