Nine O'clock On A Monday Morning

The pathologist wheeled out another cadaver on to a table,
sometimes he wished he dealt with the living, not the unable,
the firemen waited for a loud call while eating their breakfast,
nothing had been the same since twin towers went down fast.

The surgeon felt good if he avoided a patients last breath,
but it wasn't just a job if he couldn't really stop their death,
a large african lady said she had a gynaecological complaint, 
the doctor shuddered and immediately referred to consultant.

The therapist didn't look forward to another day of dreary lives,
which often consisted of some moaning husbands and irate wives,
the policeman had duty to do, picked career which was suitable,
a thought that someone may want to kill him was unthinkable.

The architect enjoyed designing many things of beauty,
he was lucky, someone had to do it, so glad it was he.