Search Me Naked
I’m always poorly
be dead before forty
As the doctors surely
diagnose before curing
and that is hard work
as they forever search
me naked like a perv
as their fingers insert
in their protective overalls
they flip me once more
still wearing bugger all
they play with my balls
touching me here
touching me there
touching my rear
touching my pair
at least the doctors a woman
oh dear I'm wooden
drunk when it wouldn't
now when it shouldn't
then sounds from the woodwork
where old friends lurk
with their amazing nerve
I thought I was a jerk
and it's slowly dawning
I might be no more
for some quite daunting
as they know for sure
a haunting's instore
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2020
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