Hitting on Surgeons again; although really, it's about the prospect of choosing to have surgery in the first place.; can't place all the blame on the Doctor, right?

The Blunders Never Cease

In spite of techno-wizardry
The blunders never cease,
Sometimes you're better off
Hanging on to your disease,
Do you bow before the knife
And the surgeon's well trained skill?
Or grab the horns of destiny
Stay home, and take your pill.

Despite the rays of magic
That can look within your soul,
Exploratory surgery
Is just guesswork, on the whole,
A way, to look inside
To clear up speculation,
Should they find just what they're seeking
Three cheers for the occasion.

A guarantee, it really isn't
Who knows if you'll survive,
The surgeons' main objective
Is to bring you back alive,
Should you die in the recovery room
He did his holy best,
And by George, he worked his miracle
It's you that failed the test.

Fibril_late; 4/94