Double Vision

I'm a dirty hippie making an incision with a clean knife.

Try reciting your nuptials to the heart of a machine wife.

The party has concluded with bones on half eaten dinner plates.

Departed souls crowd a chamber where the aghast sinner waits.

Command wellness upon this accumulated heap of incurable.

Each remedy is costly, not a one of them is insurable.

No pulse can best me, so I spar with works of the dead.

Rembrandt does not arrest me, I'd rather close my eyes instead.

Beware of principles that come with a price tag.

Soft velvet will always make the speed of dice lag.

Kibble for the dog, and a saucer of milk for the cat.

Customer satisfaction wins the day, even though they call it old hat.

Your hand will be forced, right down to each knuckle.

With enough time, the scorn of injustice rounds out to a chuckle.

The math shows it is one for you and two for me.

When I die, console my family with your one, because they deserve three.