Binspecting Myself Poem by Barry A. Lanier

I don't know what this is all about.
when you start turning fifty?
Lying in bed at night to rest, yet
lately all I do is inspect myself.
Scratching my leg in bed last night,
feeling an itchy area like a patch,
of dried graham cracker, mixed with
bubble gum, stuck to my leg. Hell it
was something growing on me! I
scrapped it off and bled for two days.
Suddenly things are starting to grow
one me. All shapes, sizes, some hidden
others in sight, Even conglomerations.
Little warts, big warts, stuff that don't
even resemble warts. Get in front of the
mirror now every morning. I never used
to do that. It's reserved for women. I found
one in the corner of my eyelid this morning.
It looked like someone had put Super Glue
in the corner while I was sleeping. I pull down
my eyelid and the little thing looked like a
spread out batwing stuck into the corner.
Then I look into the corner of my nose, and
yes, I was right, a little round thing stuck in the
corner. Now when in the heck did that get
there? Now days, I have to lay down to inspect
other body parts. We won't go there. Well, life
has a way of making each day more interesting!