The Checkup

No matter how you dress it up

I don’t like peeing in a cup.

I find it reprehensible

That they won’t say how full is “full.”

And so I leave the W.C

With three quarters of a cup of pee.

And now, have mercy lord above!

Where’s he going with that glove?

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