Since they've been gone,
The switch ain't on--
No shocks for me.
Above my eyes
They went; excised
A half kg.

They've gone away, leaving a drone:
Lobotomy.

I've been reprieved
Because they cleaved
Beneath my dome.
I used to fight
Most every night
Folks in my home.

I'm kind like kine, blithe as a cow:
Lobotomy.

You know I'll never be the same
Since they severed part of my brain.
So no more electricity
For eccentricity.

When they were here,
Everyone feared
I'd go astray
And start to groan,
Moan on the phone
And bone mots* say.

They calmed me down, cleaved 'neath headbone:
Lobotomy.

I've got less mind--cored sous** my brow:
Lobotomy.

You know I'll never be the same.
Those clever cleavers made me tame.
After the vivisection spree:
A resurrected me.

Now no one fears
Me when I'm near,
They let me play
With their Fidos;
No more I goes
For a dog daze.

We roll around upon the ground,
Dogs gotta pee, on top o' me,
Not frothin', me. . .lobotomy.


*play on "bons mots," witty remarks, literally "good words"
**under