i never enjoyed
my life as a surgeon.
taking things out
that had gone bad
was fine, depressing
and frightening for
the patient, but
fine, i was helping,
relieving them of pain
and possible death,
but it wasn't enough.
i wasn't fulfilled.
and then things changed
and more people wanted
things put in to
improve their lives,
to enhance their
appearance. cheek bones,
fat lips, new curves
like crescent moons
to their rear ends,
breasts, and this was
where the money was. it
was an easy procedure,
for the most part,
and it made women
happy, it made
their husbands happy,
it made men and boys
alike happy when these
women walked down
the street throwing
shadows were there
once was none. i was
now in the business
of happiness, not
sadness, and life
was suddenly very good.
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