The third time the poet lands
In hospital due to bad arthrosis
In his knee joint
Yet waiting for two months for
A spot in its busy operating
Schedules.
He is in best hands and assured
By his surgeon of a great team.
When he wakes two hours later
He’s floating on a dizzy spell
Perhaps a different dose of
Anesthetics than last time.
Finally awake after stretches of
Sleep and slumber
He notices blood in his urine –
Not dangerous – the nurse is
Quick to assure him –
At times it happens with the
Set up of a catheter –
Damned! The poet murmurs
Has the person done humans
Before?
Well now
It means lots of fluids to rinse
The badly treated penis.
As long as all will still work
Normal. The poet thinks.
The next day the rinse was
Successful and the Malheur
Is put aside.
The pet will live.
The poet will love.
Bothe surgeons assure poet
The patient of a job well done
And another piece inserted
Towards a bionic poet.
Hah! Hah!
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