Hip Sur Ger EE Ouch,
ya know it ain’t no fun,
it’s some-thing a person gets done to his bun.
That’s where the man digs …
to get to the bone,
doc cuts and he digs, drives that brand new hip home.
Ya wake in a haze,
you’re asked how’dya feel,
“I feel really good but I know it ain’t real”.
But then in hardly any time
all the drugs wear off,
and reality comes back, even hurts when I cough.
Why I can’t move my leg,
my bun burns and it’s sore,
I wanna go home, and don’t want any more
of all this medical care,
why it’s costing me a ton,
and I lay really crooked ‘cuz of very big bun.
So finally going home,
then recovery starts,
with that physical terrorist called Really Big Bart.
He stands 6 foot 8
with massive hands, really big,
and he grabs my little leg and wiggles like a tiny little twig.
And I’m a groanin’ and a moanin’,
but the man doesn’t care,
I’m a marshmallow twinkie he’s the big bad bear.
And the weeks slowly pass,
and then it’s finally all over,
and I’m back to my life to search for ease in the clover.
But here’s my mistake
and here’s my really big tip
be sure the doc gets it right … and don’t replace the wrong hip.
(The Random Poet:082317
www.therandompoet.com)
