He took him to the table and firmly placed him in.
He'd been dead for hours, rigor mortis setting in.
The doctor placed his scalpel, deep within his brain,
carving up all of his memories of love and fear and pain.
The doctors name was Harry and on his mind were other things,
like lunch, a nurse named Susan and a hundred doctor things.
Could the patient see above him, a light is what he'd see,
not the light of Jesus Christ, but the light of a T.V.
Susie had a husband, a lover and three kids.
She wished life had gone differently, less fear and far less meds.
As our monkey stiff and cold, lay calmly on the slab,
Susan stands beside