Retired

Not

You got me, I’m a.. surgeon.

I operate with a surgical mask,

it keeps me safe and protected

When I carve with my knife,

the veil keeps me hidden and undetected

 

If I’m not mistaken, you’re a surgeon too

on a spree maybe?

You’re practiced and precise, 

you’re careful to leave no blood on your knife 

 

Will this date end one of us, a patient?

You got me again, I’m also tired

I wouldn’t mind taking my mask off with you

People will think we were caught,

but we’ll know we simply retired

  • Author: Not (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2026 23:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 9
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  • sorenbarrett

    I love the metaphor in this with the term surgeon and the element of mask. Well done



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