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Experiment in Sportkrankenhaus
Dr. S. and Dr. D.
Dr. S and Dr. D.
Invite me
To take German blood
For an experiment
On the nature of emotion
- the patients are lied to -
As usual (what accomplished lie-artists doctors become)
But their devotion to the task
Suddenly stops :
The Big Chief
Immersed in beer
Unbeknownst to me
Has seen me play piano exercises on the table
In the pub
Where patients too saw
My peculiar undisciplined behaviour.
The Chief, still immersed,
Calls Dr.S in alarm :
This cannot continue -
Patients complain,
Dr.S., believing the patients
Complain about the blood
Next morning
Stops all further letting
For fear of losing his license
"Five patients have complained"
Nothing will induce him
To continue -
Dismayed, I ask, who complained about what?
Did you enquire further
No, says Dr.S, I did not wish
To enquire further, it was enough
To be told.
Dr.D, his boss, in turn says - it is your project, boys
Fight for it
It has nothing to do
With me.
And go and see the Chief.
And the Chief, now sober, with beer swilled nose
"Herr Professor, it was all a mistake
I was drunk
I did not know that you are a pianist -
Doing your training so admirably
If I had known that, I would have called you over
And we would have all had a good time
Together
No problem of course about blood
And I am and always have been for studying,
Exercising and cultivating the
Emotions of our stiff
German patients, who need creativity
Who need to have their emotions
Unblocked
But you should have introduced him to me before Dr.S !"
And so we promptly resumed
Taking the blood,
and in four weeks conclude the experiment
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