What’s Up, Doc?

he’s a smooth operator

Laura Sheridan
Nov 15 · 1 min read

At work, he wears a smart, white coat,
the blood stains show up red,
and if he nicks an artery
a lot more blood is shed.

The gloves he wears are latex ones
he snaps them on each day,
a mask obscures his mouth and nose
to keep the germs at bay.

His nurses flit around him, like
a group of flapping hens,
they often hang around outside
by his Mercedes Benz.

It’s good to be a doctor, but
a surgeon’s one step further,
he slices into flesh without
a qualm — without a murmur.

They hand him scalpel, clamp and pads
to mop up all the mess,
to them he’s God — he knows no ill,
his hands are heaven-blessed.

And then he leaves the theatre,
puts on his coat and hat…
but in his pockets, he takes home
some scraps to feed the cat.

Photo by Jae Park on Unsplash

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

Laura Sheridan

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g-laurasheridan.weebly.com Author with ten novels and a novella published online, respecter of all animal life, owned by two cats. I write to entertain.

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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