How crass, they will say. The terms of "kill" and "atrocities" are merely euphymism's for describing some of the wild scenes like emergently opening someone's chest to do open cardiac massage, or drilling into a patient's head to relieve pressure. So dear public, understand, everything is on the up and up and entirely copasetic; no snafu's present.

Code Team Member

I'm a code team member
What a thrill,
It's not called murder
When we kill,
It's either a save
Or he didn't make it,
No reason to cover up
Or fake it.

We commit atrocities
So very often,
Who bothers to look
Inside the coffin,
It's all in the name
Of the healing arts,
We're always looking
For donor parts.

We've got a transplant
Program here,
We pickle the organs
In ice cold beer,
The surgeons have
The whole thing mastered,
And just like the organs
They're totally plastered.

So, as a prominent member
Of donor acquisition,
I'll proudly direct you
To a well known physician,
Who will sell you a condo
On body failure road,
And before you know it
You'll be the next code.

Fibril_late; 10/94