More Surgery

By Matthew Dear

On Black City

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I'm a gross machine, when I feel a plane

I'm in love with ghosts, when I feel alone

These tired old eyes, can masquerade

It's a gross mistake, I'm a toothless man

This local sedative, makes total body slow

Altered genetics, to make my body glow

I'm not too critical, that's just the way to grow

I need more surgery, there's so much more to know