THE WONDERFUL SURGEON
Peem By Charz Mloka
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In the street they call him,
the hero of butterflies,
or the kingfish.
Those are nicknames,
given to the surgeon,
wonderful the most,
we 're told there has even been.
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In character a cool,
hardworking the most,
serious the face,
always busy looking guy,
But wonderful! Really wonderful!
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In his theatre's he operates,
The wonderful surgeon,
how to flatter he knows,
those patients who pass in his hands,
passing for operation, even if no operation they need.
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One day he took a girl,
to put to operation he was,
whom people around him thought,
a dance girl she was, not at all like the patient
by the way she dressed,
with timid eyes she looked.
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But no longer she appeared,
in the way they thought,
to the operation-maniac surgeon,
whom she went to.
The surgeon of relays
Ten operations a day
Was his tradition
The wonderful surgeon
Mad an oddity of the year,
on the day he brought home a woman,
for the same practice.
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The day, as i recall,
the patient may well have been a loose ball,
some where he collected,
to the theatre he took,
in fact, in the room the surgeon rents,
living with fellow tenants.
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At midnight it was,
no one could fall asleep,
as the wonderful surgeon performed,
the marvelous operation.
"Isiiii! Isiiii! " the woman groaned.
She cried and cried
Gasped with tears,
in melodic tune.
Could she be reciting stupendous song,
uttering pleasing words, for the ear to hear,
causing bachelor boy,
watchmen all night.
Some touching their euphemisms,
others thinking of modelling,
on the surrogate surgeon.
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The woman continued, up and down,
"Assssssss! Assssssss! Yeeesss! Yaaaaaah!"
She sang and sang and sang,
squeezing her voice, involuntary,
voice coming out through the nose.
"my lovely surgeon!" said the woman through the nose.
"You are getting me to the touch! "
"Assssssss! ooooooh! " she continued,
"......But! But......! You are dead!
I'm infected!
Iam infected" said she repeatedly in a low voice,
the voice echoing on the corrugated iron sheets above.
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The surgeon stopped awhile,
looking up and down
Not sure, did he hear right?
He thought of the operation he was performing,
done without gloves.
"What, what did you say? "
He asked hoping he would hear something else.
"I, I'm infected!" He heard right this time.
"Infected of what?" he demanded,
his body and dicky shrinking,
"AIDS!"
"Whaaaaat....?"
"AIDS, Ngoma!" she repeated,
"You are picked a bomb! I'm the bomb!"
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In the house, everyone was stunned,
none was prepared for the message,
the message that came after the sweet song,
tears freely rolling down the cheeks.
Breaking into laughter, sad laughter.
"Assssssss! They mimicked the amazing woman"
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