Mamm-Agony

I got a card in the mail Time for more living hell Make an appointment please To check for breast disease First I have to undress This I do with great stress Cause the robe does not fit I am much too ample for it Then they call me to go Into the room, I hate so Where they will do the test That x-ray’s my big breast They flop one on the cold plate And then I have to rotate The machine is up too high Pinches my boob, I might cry Then I am finally through Boobs are sore for a day or two Inhumane treatment this But do it, I insist Yearly, this we must endure Let us all fight for a cure Help those who will walk Put your money behind your talk