6-9-09

6/9/09
They take you in for an operation.
Your head feels funny, your eyes go blurry.
You don’t know what happens next
at least not until you wake up.

They stick a string into your belly,
To pull you along the footpath,
They stick wires in your gums,
To force you to pretend to smile,
They stick clips in your eyelids,
To keep you wide awake…
until they press the button at their will
to stop the life running through your veins.

I’m your future – with a swollen stomach,
With bleeding gums and hanging retinas,
I swear, don’t have the operation
that forces you into not just pretending,
But into pretending to pretend.