Monday, Monday

Monday always makes me think of the Mommas and Poppas song. This Monday I am singing the blues. For over a year I have been working on getting surgery to put all the parts of me that have fallen out back inside. The parts are in the bottom region. I needed several tests to verify that they were hanging out. I knew they were but the surgeons needed exact measurements. Several of the tests were developed by the Nazis during the Holocaust.The last set of tests discovered I have moles down below that don't look too good and need to be removed. So today I travel to Chapel Hill to have those removed and biopsied. When I wake after the removal I will no longer be singing "Monday, Monday". Instead me and Johnny will have fell in a burning ring of fire. I fell down,down and the flames went higher and it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire, the ring of fire.