Revenge Directs Better Dreams

MRI through to
Surgical arrow adrift and ajar
In my lateral mensicus lamented
With an ACL askew and too anterior
Dodging the PCL as if
They are shy children
Attempting an unsure dance.
Dr calls it the Wobble
And failing to perform it properly
Makes me appear to hobble
Like light through the Hubble
Before it captures cosmos.
That my results were so vast.
Lawyer says forget it.
Friends field the woe
All the recent bottles
Of red wine in my rack
Taste like chardonnay left open too long.
Dr plans to cut me next week
on a Tuesday six weeks before spring.
I leave worry to the meek.
Revenge directs better dreams.
I could never dance anyway.