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I saw a heart with a scar The scar was white I saw a heart stop The heat from the lights slicked the gloves to my skin I saw an old man reconfigure a body While making jokes about women’s bodies The knowing glances passed between women behind backs, over masks These old farts think they have this world under wrap This dinosaur may come to find His time is up His time is past I am the meteor  Lighting up the summer night You may depart with a bang or a whimper The boys club is gone Cigars are out of fashion There’s only so far your generation’s hearts can last and when at last with scars, they stop Then I joke in the OR about silly men, while I fix your broken heart
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
Broken Heart
I saw a heart with a scar The scar was white I saw a heart stop The heat from the lights slicked the gloves to my skin I saw an old man reconfigure a body While making jokes about women’s bodies The knowing glances passed between women behind backs, over masks These old farts think they have this world under wrap This dinosaur may come to find His time is up His time is past I am the meteor  Lighting up the summer night You may depart with a bang or a whimper The boys club is gone Cigars are out of fashion There’s only so far your generation’s hearts can last and when at last with scars, they stop Then I joke in the OR about silly men, while I fix your broken heart
In the Operating Room, an old cardiothoracic surgeon makes jokes about women
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
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