Torn knee. Up above my shinbone.
I'd sneaker-step and groan.
Torn knee. I called for doc's art.

Blitzed me. The goofy juice downed me,
Then doc did surround knee. . .
Breach time; the slittin' did start.

Flayed knee--drove the scope inside me,
Then he scored medial side.
"I'll more bore yet!" he cried.

Torn knee. The knife kept on shivvin',
Lateral side riven
On my torn knee.

Wakey. No codone beside me.
Drug-free. . .this I can't abide;
"Vicoprofen!" I cried.

Torn knee. Feels like a knife sticks in. . .
He f*cked it up, "fixin'."
Still a sore knee.