By hooking onto other people’s eyes

My new doctor  can meditate for hours
So she sends the patients out to pick her flowers
When they come back their ailments have been cured
I guess it’s something in that horse manure.

Now she’s learning how to hypnotise
By hooking onto  other people’s eyes
We all pretend that we’re not really here.
But damn it all, she is so very dear.

We formed  a patient group to give advice
To doctors, which is never ever wise.
They must at least appear omnipotent
And also  be  both nasty and  pleasant

This paradox makes me hallucinate
The hand I see before me holds a plate