oh what an awful morning
to clean these rusted scalpels
you will never shine
the way you did
before your first incision

they say i have a special gift
to make beauty from shit
or maybe one day they'll see
the stupid mistakes
they are gladly making

but what a profitable way
to turn medical procedures
into modern miracles
your pitiful loss
is my humble gain

ive more cards up my sleeve
to give to the poor souls i see
its as if theyve blinked
to see a flood of doves
or a sparkling bouquet

oh my lovely assistant
is clawing past my cape
from depth my hat
not a rabbit
but a horrible set of teeth

god forgive me
for what im gonna do
watch in horror
as i saw her in two
now in pieces
shes no longer confused
toss the veil
shes new and improved
another mess satisfied
mop up the truth.

now you dont.