The speakers at work blast 101.9, The Mix
loops adult-contemporary bleeps and blips
the pop-music equivalent of 8-bit Atari attempts at melody
while I work, work, work
work out why this cheap-excuse-for-a-cougar
needs a face-filling syringe
and a tinge of liquor binge to keep her convinced she's the shit
and keep the young guys interested and pussy-whipped

And now this 5-year-old kid
needs a cosmetic mole removal from his face
to avoid Enrique Iglesias jokes
pouring out of school-kid's throats, harmonious cajoling notes
"Oh, the trauma, the trauma!"
Now this TV-reporter may have malignant melanoma
She's slipped into Amy's pathology slot
unseen, but not forgotten
embedded in the bits and little baby bullshit parts of my heart
I dream of strangers

Work, gotta age and mature with my
work, gotta make damn sure of my
work, sit upright, muscles tight, eyes
alert, and it works, and it works, but it's
work, gotta age and mature with my
work, gotta make damn sure of my
work, where the nurses and patients all
flirt

And it works,
when an emergency's urgency drives the doctor berserk
when you hear, "It won't stop bleeding!", insert squirts
while I try to decipher the hurt
and I don't, but I get it; I'm not pain illiterate
But I'll never get the decimated severance methods
or even how to make a sink look clean
I mean, Jesus H. Christ on a cracker, I'm no natural-born slacker
But I suck raw ass at cleaning everything, anything seen

But the files have this efficiency gleam
and I leave the friendliest of messages on various machines
and my voice is now known
by what seems to be Glenview's entire retired community
yeah, that's me
I spat it ugly
for Helen and Murray
they're both in their 80s,
Medicare card copied
I said, "Both are benign, and you're fine."

And it's work, gotta age and mature with my
work, gotta make damn sure of my
work, sit upright, muscles tight, eyes
alert, and it works, and it works, but it's
work, gotta age and mature with my
work, gotta make damn sure of my
work, where the nurses and patients all
flirt


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