Vital Organs

Please don't cry when I die
Hopefully it'll be a good looking doctor who cuts me apart.
There'll be blood and gore as he loosens my heart.
Then he'll stick it in someone else and give them a fresh start.
It'll be different for them their love life will thrive, it'll be
different to mine when I was alive.
And as with the bus or lorry that hit me
My poor battered heart won't know what the hell hit it.