"Meat Monkey Blues"

I know I have value
as precious as you,
but here on the table
that doesn't seem true.

The choices we're given
are damnably few;
Don't leave me here singing
the meat monkey blues...

You live as a doctor
and sworn to give care,
I live as an artist
with handicraft rare.

I lie on the table
with nethers stripped bare,
then treated so roughly
now does that seem fair?

The choices we're given
are damnably few,
Don't leave me here singing
the meat monkey blues...

Were our roles reversed sir,
your body in need,
respect would I offer
explaining each deed;

not touching you harshly,
uncaring you cry,
but thoughtful and careful
and do you know why?

The choices we're given
are damnably few,
I'd not leave you singing
the meat monkey blues.

For here on the table
or wide world around,
all beings are precious
wherever they're found.

Respect for each other
must never be lost,
when that is forsaken
we all bear the cost.

The choices we're given
are damnably few,
wish I was not singing
the meat monkey blues

The choices we're given
are damnably few,
don't leave me here singing
the meat monkey blues...