Pork
We’re not doctors no no no I’m not a doctor I’m a malnutritionist {pork} NO I’m not a doctor I’m a beelzabbubblian knight-fly off some “bug” NO {pork} I’m not a doctor I’m a heavyweight champion NO I’m {pork} not a doctor I’m a Friendship 7 {Carmen Basilio} NO I’m not {pork} a doctor I’m a deep deep greenslimed pool NO I’m not a {pork} doctor I’m a boiling soup of hypermanic boiled-down natural chemicals, commonly found in every single mammal, and here and there in a “double mammal”, Daddy, too—NO I’m not a doctor {pork} I’m a bicycle. NO I’m not a doctor I’m {pork} a heinous felony NO I’m not a doctor I’m a {pork} really bad person. NO I’m not a doctor, too, but I’m the really {pork} bad person ‘round these parts darned tootin’ Oh yah? YEA YAH {blowed-out de la topto}! Ann-Nondo! Hey there! Hey there!! Annie Nondo, NO!! I’m not a doctor just a set of shiny {pork} new razor sharp Safety-Firsttm Indonesian-made by “union labor” sheap sheers, SO; {pork}There lies Top-mayor, rod-straight on their back, stunned {Psst maybe more than just stunned, but we had to say “something” }. But, {pork} most probably recoverable given the right time. Getting knocked {pork} out was bad at the time, but will wind up being all for the best {pork} [‘s this old-age of a human half-wrinkled out already but within mil spec tolerances of the ideal age to take pain {.or.} [ They said so!] ] {….} B’, it’s just what the “doctor” ordered. {….sigh….}
—Jim Meirose
