Annual Physical

              Annual Physical

Rip and tear your underwear.

You won’t need them once in there.

They will ask you to take them off.

Then say; “Turn your head and cough.”

They will put a finger where the sun don’t shine.

They will ask you if you feel fine.

A finger in your sack and ask you to cough.

Hit your knee with a hammer. It won’t be soft.

Follow his finger back and forth.

Don’t forget to show him your wart.

A big breath and let it out slowly.

Over and over. Holy molly.

All the time something cold on your back.

This could bring on a heart attack.

Open wide and say aahhh.

Is there something stuck in my crawl?

This split gown is exposing my ass.

This metal table is colder than glass.

If I can endure all of this, I am in great shape.

Some annual physical. It’s about all I can take.——

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

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