Dolts prefer to live in doubt
That’s not how I’m goin’ out!
Fore it’s red or even swollen
Have a Sawbones check my colon
On my face, no fear is shown
“Come on, Doc, drive me home!”
Grab the scope to look inside
Where inner ulcers e’er hide
Thrust the tube and then inflate
Eye where polyps congregate
The “quack” carols to ‘Auld Lange Syne.’
While stickin’ it where the sun don’t shine
In the end, I just can’t win
Big-ass fee to my chagrin
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