Consent for What?

Been listening to this man for hours

Still don’t understand a word said

Whatever happened to a layman’s terms

Talkin’ all over my head

I’m supposed to sign at the dotted line

While nodding with a sense of approval

Does he detect that I’m scared to death?

About the cutting, tucking, and removal

Could have sworn I displayed a different sense

Of what I preferred to have done

Definitely don’t want the scalpel to my skin

Boy, do I feel like I should run

Not literally, but mainly my thoughts

Shall I bring them to an abrupt stop?

Maybe then I can downplay the untold risks

And the case possibly being a complete flop

What happened to asking if I had any question?

And don’t look at me with that expression

I know that ultimately I’ll just serve one purpose

As your guinea pig, and one of many lessons

For you, and all your entourage

I know what’s really going down

You still have not explained much to me

Wearing scrubs that resemble a clown

Wow, I really took this to another level

Although justified, but worked up with anguish

If only doc, you could have talked to me

In a slightly more simplified language