You come in, saying you need medicine
And I ask you what’s it called
You go on defining it’s round and white
I look at you hopefully for more clues
Then you add on saying it’s for diabetes
Turning around, facing over 3 shelves of diabetes medicine
Of which half are round and white
I make a wild guess  
And provide you with something which makes you happy
Secretly hoping you wouldn’t die one day
Because you didn’t know what’s your medicine…