Mine eyes have seen the gory coming of
The laser beams, the smell of burning eye
Balls in their sockets, uncomfortable, rough
As the eye surgeon pressed and rubbed them. I
Don’t see what could be worse, except maybe
Giving birth, excluding bad accidents
And death, of course. Don’t play me at I spy
From next week on, though, oh ladies and gents
For I will whup your ass. You should be tense
When you pass by, for I will see enough
Detail that I may even qualify
For X-ray, X-rated visual sense!
Such nonsense, you say, but I see above
And beyond, for miles. Like The Who, am I…
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