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
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Comments1
I love the metaphor in this with the term surgeon and the element of mask. Well done
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