Mm, yes, this will be my downfall when they psychoanalyze me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you a poem that I wrote when I was half-asleep, and which definitely makes me sound like some manner of serial killer. Obviously, I have been watching far too much Dexter. (Actually, that's a really good excuse - Dexter made me do it!)

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Incisor

I've pulled you apart
More than a score
Of times - each showing a
Revelation, a dance of
Blood and organs,
Manners and graces.

My tools are slick with it -
You are all over my table.

I've cracked you into segments, to
Revel those thrilling corners -
Exposed for my frank, surgical wanderings.

I'll paw through your coils and determine
All possible things.