Up at
Dawn
To go get
Blood
Drawn.
A yearly
Physical
Is very
Quizzical,
But I
Must
Show
I still
Have
Blood
Flow.
After a
Nasty
Poke,
I’m
Given
A
Cup
So small
It’s a
Joke,
And
Sent off
To see
If I can
Pee.
The whole
Ordeal
Is no
Thrill,
But
Finally
I’m
Released,
To go
Have
My
Breakfast
In
Peace.
Now my
Doctor
Can
Tell
If I’m
Okay,
Or sick
As hell.