Doctor Is Now Dead © John Birch 2013.
After the doctor raped me on the shock treatment table, he whispered in to my ear,
“You’ll see”. “It will be O.K.” Then within a second he zapped me both sides of
my still erect willie with the shock treatment electrodes.
I woke up ten hours later and got DNA evidence off my willie but the doctor
sprinted down the hallway with it.
Two days later he came back to the ward, clapped his hands together loud
and said, “Lets get on with it”.
About a week later he shifted to
Doctor is now dead.