The gowned NHS patient thinks he is pinioned
Not anaesthetized
He believes he is about to receive the names of his crimes
Sutured into his mene
Not so
He has a
Strangulated hernia shaped like a daffodil
‘Oh!’ says the excising surgeon
Slickering its stem with glitter-peppered lip gloss
Slotting it into his lapel
Later sliding it out with aplomb
Da-da!
And presenting it to a behavioural scientist
He believes to be a monster
Then at lunch poised over breath-pimpled dim sum
He texts a djinn on his Blackberry
Carrying out the surgeon’s command
Djinn possesses the body of a career Commando
Making him loose several salvos of dumdums at a storecupboard packed with dumbbells
In a nondescript gym
Dimpling them considerably without altering their weight
Action without consequence
Other than a police caution
Sunday, 30 March 2008
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