I’m tired of these **** prescription bottles.
Where the hell are you?
Profanity at the tip of my lips
I need another way.
Tired of seeing these doctors,
When they don’t know what the hell to say.
Where the hell is the ambulance,
Yes, again I’m on my way.
To the hospital that brings darkness anyway.
Why aren’t they here?
Frustration in my heart,
Blood in my mind,
Confusion is all about,
Anger raging time.
It’s about time they got here.
The hell they put me through.
Putting me on this machine,
They act as if this is something new,
Though the driver is tired of seeing me.
Love doesn’t have no time to heal my wounded soul,
Time has its own limit till it reaches its goal.
Curiosity at its peak,
The same doctor again!!!
About to give the same prescription,
What a trend.
He gives me a kiss, then winks me an eye,
And the secret love affair starts all over,
Now my heart is filled with pride.
This is why my prescription never last,
I throw away the bottle,
So that I can get the same doctor,
And be with him at last.

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