Grinding forth from the halls of education
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Replete with the stench of dessication
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Four pre-meds suffer condemnation
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Tomes were perused, tombs were abused
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All medico-legal limitations refused
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With inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infused
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Master thespians in the operating theatre
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Likewise endowed in a gorenography feature
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Deranged we may be after a blood bath
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But all that rots can't be studied intact
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Sifting through reams of anatomical charts
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Bisecting livers and dissecting hearts
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Arcane knowledge for doctoral upstarts
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Rooting through a chum ridden morass
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Cells scrutinized on iodized glass
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We've mapped the structure of a carcass
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(solo: "Destroying Galen" by J. Kocol)
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(solo: "De Fabrica Humani Corpus" by S.C. McGrath)
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Up to our elbows in grue and claret
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We proffer quite a sanguine display
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As we rule this mondo medicale
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With scalpels and blades prepared on the tray
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Integument cut and dermis to flay
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You will rue this mondo medicale
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Bypassing moral balances and checks
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Summistes on high, rewriting texts
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Our æsculapian methods leave them all vexed
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Surgical aspirations, all dignified
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Post-modern Versali, repersonified
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But for our successes, we're villified
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A trocar employed for psycho-surgery
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In this bedlam of hospitality
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Though flesh and blood are dead inside
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The gross anatomy can still be applied
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To raise the stakes of medicine's breadth
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These choice cuts ours, until death
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Our work is to die for so don't be a knave
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Choke on it and go back to the grave
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Mondo Medicale
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