Snug beneath three dermis layers,
Lies the vein I have in sight,
Hiding shyly 'neath its cover,
Unknowing of the needle's bite.
Please be straight not convoluted,
Accept the needle's phallic thrust,
Don't give me grief or agravation,
Help me maintain the victim's trust.
Just another 'intravenous',
Like those before? Perhaps, not quite,
Cooperate dear vein and help me,
Mitigate this patient's plight.
Raise my spirits to 'ecstatic',
Singing praises 'Hippocratic',
Let today's procedure's juncture,
Culminate with just one puncture.
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