I inserted a suppository right after I had been using super glue.
My hand is stuck in my butt and I don’t know what I’m going to do.
When I went to the hospital, the doctors and nurses laughed.
They were in hysterics from laughter and they called me daft.
When they laughed, it offended me so I kicked the doctors below the belt.
They kicked me out and blacklisted me because they didn’t like how it felt.
Because of my problem, I can’t drive a car or ride my bike.
I can’t afford a taxi so to get to places, I have to hitchhike.
The drivers also laugh and I have to slap them to make them keep their mouths shut.
It’s been three years and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get my hand out of my butt.
This is a fictional poem.