Hymn Of The Medical Oddity

Oh, all the words I should not know

Those doctors wrote on me

Swell up and from their syllable

Won't let me get to sleep

The sun will start later

Clock out early

And I'll drive around and wait for it

Follow familiar roads

Emptied of every memory

Under a sheet of silence

And unmarked snow

Then idle in some parking lot

Smoke half a smoke and ask

St. Boniface and St. Fratel

Preserve me from my past

Repair our potholes

Prevent plant closures

And if they remember me at all

Make them remember me

As more than a queer experiment

More than a diagram in their quarterly

Make them remember me