THE BULGIST

poem by: Fadrian Bartley
Written on Jan 31, 2018 

Flesh of my flesh
Pubes disrupt
Protruding disobediently
The inward passage of my thighs

A little tear
And neglectfully I didn't care
Until the burglar try to force itself
Intersect of my pubic

A path that must not be taken
Trying to reveal itself in public places
I try to keep it inside when no one looking
There is a solution don’t they?
The only choice to keep the burglar

Within the confine state for symptom
To persist other will notice,
Until the laparoscopic doctor went inside and negotiate
Terms of compensation

I continuously live with the chronic 
Deform ally,
Placing  him 
Under full restriction 
Behind bars of my belly

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 31, 2018 at 10:11pm
......sorry but I'm totally confused???........
Fadrian Bartley commented on Jan 31, 2018 at 10:40pm
IT IS TALKING ABOUT INGUINIAL HERNIA
Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 09, 2018 at 4:37pm
Ah......I'm glad we sorted that out.......doctor Fadrian.....thanks...

 

 

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