Pardon me
I hope I\'m not being rude
I heard you\'re a doctor
So, sorry, I must ask you
I need new parts for my body
It would feel so good
Not from another person
Use my own cells if you could
And not a new brain
I still want to be me
Let\'s start with my boobs
They\'ve fallen down
They now scrape the ground
I can\'t get around
My eyes top and bottom
They hang, swell and bloat
My lids in the morning
Open only with a poke
Skin droops from my arms
Too many wrinkles in my knees
I need a transplant of tight skin
Can you do that doctor, please
Where I used to have cheeks
I have jowls hanging down
My nose is too red
Makes me look like a clown
My insides need help
My heart\'s been complaining
My lungs are exhausted
My colon is straining
My stomach needs antacids
Every single day now
My bladder keeps leaking
My digestive tubes are blown
The worst part of all
My belly hangs over
Beneath it there\'s sores
They continue to fester
My anus needs repair
There are hemorrhoids nesting there
They came with my kids long ago
But still hurt my derriere
So doctor, my doctor
What do you say
Please give me a new body
Let\'s get underway
But do not forget
That I must remain me
My brain stays as is
Tho old and weary
I still must be me