I don't pull out maggots
I don't pull out gore
I'm not even sure
What I was looking for.
I lost it in here
I'm not sure what it was
Spare me your tears
And spare me your gauze.
It must be here
Although I've looked
I've a feeling that they've all cooked
A marvelous plan beneath my own skin
I'll pull it all off
To be whole again.
I tear through the skin
And with spoon I dip.
Aha! Here we go- A tracking chip!
Do not be frightened!
Please don't be alarmed!
Don't you see- now they're unarmed!
They won't find me ever.
Don't matter where they look.
They'll never find me!
I'm not in their book.
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