Dolts prefer to live in doubt
That’s not how I’m goin’ out!
Fore it’s red, even swollen
I’ll prod a sawbones to check my colon
On my face, no fear is shown
“Come on, Doc, drive me home!”
Wedge the scope to peer inside
Inner ulcers surely hide
Thrust the tube and then inflate
Eye where polyps congregate
Surgeon hums to ‘Auld Lange Syne.’
Whilst stickin’ it where the sun don’t shine
In the end, I’m taken in
Big-ass fee to my chagrin
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