The Plastic Surgeon’s Case-load
 
Some want extra,
and some want less;
some want new noses,
some want new breasts,
or eyebrows and chins,
a face that’s all wrong,
burn-marks and birth marks,
it’s the familiar old song
of the unhappy human —
 
I am not me in this horrible shape,
take it away, replace it with grace.

Gill McEvoy

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