The Doctor
No this didn't happen to me but it could have and it could have happened to someone else or it could be happening to someone else now.

I know a lot of people won't like this one and I am sorry. Read Morbid next and maybe see how I feel when this one came out.

Here is your only warning, it is not a happy story and the subject matter is not what people like to read.


Not to the office
No way
I am scared of the Doctor
will be every day

Why am I scared you ask
Listen to my tale and you shall see
A tale filled with horror
A young life put in misery

Five years old and very sick
Taken to the doctor right away
Left alone, mother fills out forms
Locked in the room, had to stay

Doctor enters the room
Come, come, sit on my knee, young lass
Hesitation, uncertainty
Come, come, join me fast

His big hands explored my young flesh
Nothing abnormal, reflex kicks
Told to strip down
He licked his lips

A naked young boy scared and alone
My, my, what a strong lad you are
He opened his jacket, took off his clothes
Come closer, young lad, not so far

We compared body parts
His was much bigger, mine looked like a pin
We sat on the table, locked up tight
He pulled on mine, told me to lick his

He brought out some goop
Put on some white gloves
Had me kneel facing away
Felt something hurt, felt his shove

Pain was unbearable, he covered my face
Mother wasn't there, father was at home
Tears streamed down my face
A five year old left alone

Older now, still scared
Some day, I'll get him, make him pay
Not to the office
No way

Copyright ©1992 Donny Haapoja
April 15