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Prostate Troubles
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Prostate Troubles

Poem By Victor Bloom

Teetering on uncertain legs
I totter to the toilet.

It’s dark;
I don’t turn on the light.

I sit and ponder my fate,
Waiting for release.

I have an over-distended bag
of waters which do not void.

There is a tight stopper,
Preventing me
From doing
What would otherwise
Come naturally.

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A light hearted look at a serious subject.
More information than most people want to hear. But gotta give you credit - it's an orignal topic.