You awake on the scientist's slab, In the bubbling gloom of his lab, The stitching is shoddy, Upon your new body, Your complection is pallid and drab.
You don't think of yourself as a creature, In spite of your alien features, Your wife screams in terror, But where was your error, In innocently trying to reach her?
You write from the a strange p.o.v. The monster's, a 'de-amputee' For whom they played taps Now, but for some straps Would cause all the townsfolk to flee
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You awake on the scientist's slab,
In the bubbling gloom of his lab,
The stitching is shoddy,
Upon your new body,
Your complection is pallid and drab.
You don't think of yourself as a creature,
In spite of your alien features,
Your wife screams in terror,
But where was your error,
In innocently trying to reach her?
You write from the a strange p.o.v.
The monster's, a 'de-amputee'
For whom they played taps
Now, but for some straps
Would cause all the townsfolk to flee
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