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 ConsentThere is a risk of bleedingA risk of infectionOf dyingAnything you say Can and will be usedAgainst you In the courtOf arbitrary opinionPlace your hand over your heartFace the sunTo which it standsOne nation under the influenceOf cynical fraudstersAnd half hearted huggers O ’er the ramparts we bumpedOur fists and agreedThat there are no guarantees hereThat everything could go horribly wrongWake up with whisksInstead of handsLeak bile when cutAnd shit bloodIn the morning Forget your nameAnd never miss itAmerica! America!God shat his graceOn theeFor this is your last chanceTo do something That won ’t changeWhat happens in the end And the risks outweigh The oughtsAnd the love in your heartMight leak outUntil it ’s completely emptyNothing to fear You won ’t dieNot from thatBut I will doThe best I canPurple mountain majestiesI promise youJust sign here 1/9/24

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - January 9, 2024 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs