Thoughts On A Colonoscopy; (Or The Guy That Thought Asphalt Was Rectum Trouble) Poem by david lessard

There's trouble down below,
A place where none can see;
It's not kosher, I'll have you know,
But who's to say, what will be?

They have to look again,
Check me with that scope;
They'll soon not be my friend,
Without them, I will cope.

They want to make sure, they got it all,
Don't want to leave a trace behind;
I wish that I could make them stall,
I'm fearful of what they just might find.

But life must stop somewhere,
And we all go the grave;
At what point do we stop to care?
Of one more life to save?

No one is immortal...
Death's the final letter;
We go on through a portal,
Hopefully, to something better.