Anus Horribulus Poem by Phil Soar

He stuck his finger in my anus
To check my prostate gland
The way it caused me so much pain
It could have been his hand
At least he was in vision
I could see him in the mirror
I worried as it felt as if
He used excessive vigour
Perhaps he did not like me
Or was having a bad day
He didn't have to violate me
In such a painful way
He wiped his finger afterwards
And threw the glove away
Honestly I didn't hear
A thing he had to say
I sort of was in cuckoo land
My knees had turned to Cack
I thought that he was smiling
And could have given him a smack
I left there in a hurry
My anus open wide
I couldn't shut the bloody thing
After he had been inside