A cat scan seems an appropriate procedure for October.
It's a neat trick by medical cats to look at
a future zombie that covers my skeleton
with flesh and tissue.
Barium poison handed out as part of the test
would gag a maggot.
The chalk-like mixture is not a treat and it's
a neat trick to hold the gunk down.
The Medical Cat is not Doctor Frankenstein.
She isn't even a witch but an attractive medic.
She sees through my skin like a superwoman.
I think of coffins as the pussy cat
rolls me into a metal tube.
She orders “Hold your breath.”
The Cat scans my kidneys, colon. lungs, and liver.
It ignores my sexy parts.
The report shows I am in good shape for the shape I am in.
I protest that I don't like the look
of my bony buns and droopy boobs.
The doctor tells me to blame Gravity,
She says I will live to see another Halloween.
She suggests it's time to give up wickedness and depravity.