Cosmic Surgery

oh, come to my store,
I’ll fix you up.
I’ll grab a tooth pick and a cup, and
sow your mouth and stomach shut.

then while your sitting on the chair
I’ll give you some burdens to bear
as well as cut your silly hair.

perhaps I’ll charm you will a spell
and ask you to live safe and well
as I live alone in hell.

then while I’m at it how ’bout a perm.
a face lift? botox? and bath?
and as your tied  up you try to squirm
while I wipe off every germ.

an acid bath will do you good,
a moral boost it would, it would.

how horrid it must sound to you.
a creature so uptight and rude.
a ghoul a ghost with attitude.
but heck it’s fine I’m in the mood.

lets fight and struggle in a match.
or fire brimstone with a catch.
the winner will be baked in a batch of
 tasteful delectable snacks.

a sunshine moral code of ethics keep all dreams of murder,
blood and gore,as nothing more then just a simple
 boring thought.
it’s all been seen you say.
there’s nothing that scares me. no way!.

then what about a streak of sadness, tainted with a birch of madness.
broken by an knife of steel deep within your back.

oh that sounds lovely for the hour and you’ll go deaf from screams as I grow sour toward your utterly pathetic thoughts of rage filled angst.

oh my wonderful flower. how was the trip with doctor bat.
who said he’d do you good and makes all troubles go away.

oh yes he’s good I’ll recommend him as you should to every wacko in da hood.
and we’ll be jolly filled with beans of caramel and suet

my pregnant rat is still alive with child in arms endangerment.
as all harm comes along at once we worry so a chance to put away the harms of filth and smut that plague our soft trite souls.