Onc. assured me nothing to worry about,
But the dot became a skin tag.

It swole past the size of a chapstick,
Extruded rudely from my collar.

In the morning mirror I saw more,
A boneless chicken breast.

I wanted to deny it but rudimentary features,
Blinked back, a thicket of hair.

It responded to snapped fingers,
Throwing its jowls roughly from side to side.

I can tell you - that doc will get a piece of my mind,
When he returns my calls (next week?)