Specialists
In younger days, my doctor calls
Were few and far between.
A checkup visit wasn’t ever
Part of my routine.
But aging changes all of that
For everyone is trying,
By seeing every specialist,
To staunch the fear of dying.
So now a dermatologist
Will check a brand-new mole.
Suspicious bloodwork? You’re in
Hematologist’s control.
Of course, the gynecologist
Must get a yearly see
And ophthalmologists and those
In rheumatology.
Let’s not forget those stress tests
Cardiologists insist on
And also the urologists
Whose plastic cups get pissed on.
Most gastroenterologists
See clients up in years
And certainly psychiatrists
See seniors for their fears.
I wonder if we might be
Better off just saying “**** it”
For all these doctors can’t prevent
Our kicking of the bucket.
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