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Penile Swab
I whip out my willy,
This may sound silly.
They pull out a cotton swab,
The doctors name was bob.
I prepare for a urethral swabbing,
I begin my sobbing.
I clench my fist,
Hopefully the doctor is not pissed.
He begins the swabbing process,
He did it with finess.
The pain was unreal,
The ideal sureal.
He pulles it out,
I give a shout.
The pain persists for days,
I live with FaZe.
All of these concepts are negative,
While my STD test was posotive.
This may sound silly.
They pull out a cotton swab,
The doctors name was bob.
I prepare for a urethral swabbing,
I begin my sobbing.
I clench my fist,
Hopefully the doctor is not pissed.
He begins the swabbing process,
He did it with finess.
The pain was unreal,
The ideal sureal.
He pulles it out,
I give a shout.
The pain persists for days,
I live with FaZe.
All of these concepts are negative,
While my STD test was posotive.
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