My Blood Belongs To You
My glucose is too high
My salt test says it could kill me
My weight is over the limit by a pound
My X-ray is dark and dim
But, the butter finger she wants to give
Take your pants down and put on the gown
While slickering up her finger
As I gasp for air
Really I say!
Can’t this wait for another day?
Bobby, do you want to die
No, I say
But really can’t this wait for another day?
Give me a Twix or a snicker bar
But gee wiz Doc why the butter finger?
Today is just not my lucky day!
What kind of Doctor is she
She doesn't even know what candy I like
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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