The naked body your brain likes to question

Cure thyself, street doctor? If a beemer
ran you over, I’d pucker up,
roll you over, grip my stuff,
and get medicated.

Polidori would have liked morphine.
Little molecule that invented modern medicine,
people like you, just a groaning
on asphalt like tires.

Body of a poppy stalk, ugly as an asshole.
Haven’t you learned, roamer doctor
shooting up your cup of blood,
that all sinners were Christ in another life,
and practically as damaged?

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~ by Jeremy on June 20, 2012.

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