The old man and his bowels (a poem)

I said, "I'm worried
Your blood pressure continues to raise."
The old man said,
"I haven't pooped in three days!"
I said, "I'm worried about hardening
Of your arterial walls."
The old man said,
"My stool is hard little balls."
I said, "I've got a new medication for you
That will help your blood sugar to improve."
The old man said, "That's good.
Will it also help my bowels move?"
I said, "Do you have a question
On a topic we touched upon?"
The old man said, "Yes
Where is the john?"



(I know nobody liked my last poem, but I had one more left I'd written and what else am I supposed to do with it?