Attack of the Visually Operative Otolaryngologist!

By Cliff Lake

 

Attack of the Visually Operative Otolaryngologist!

 

The whistling, the gumming, the groaning and clicking.

The sticky situation readied for unsticking.

 

The clumping, the dumping, inescapable lumping.

The artificial respite coursing and pumping.

 

The trailway, the frailway, subjected to the blender,

The unabashed allowance of complete surrender.

 

Nursing, fears disbursing, a plan proceeding as designed.

Orderly ministrations, don’t see me from behind!

 

Pack these arms, they must not travel too far!

Anesthetize me baby, eight to the bar!

 

O thou surgeon, thee pains me in mediation!

Thy incursion drains me,  to rectify deviation!

 

Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze! Wherefore art thou my mucosal sleaze?

Is it that thou wert more condition than disease?

 

A practiced hand and visual transmit journey,

Can someone tell me how I got back on this gurney?

 

Drip, drip, drip, the gravity of the crimson wash,

Trip, trip, trip, chemistry in an oblong nosh.

 

Homecare provision, the overburdened sibling.

Midnight revision, and a drug-addled scribbling.

 

Home once again, and kitty forgives quickly,

Tome begins again, though the brain continues thickly.

 

This report ends here, and thanks to all involved!

And if it isn’t clear: my mind is still in revolve.

 

Cliff Lake 12/2/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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