Siphon
I’m a whiner. Here’s a goofy poem from my trip to the doctor this morning.
For symptoms I went to the doctor
Looking to get some help
What I told her just shocked her
Or that’s what I’m telling myself
She gave me a script for some ointment
Something to deal with signs
I’ll have to make another appointment
If my skin blisters or whines
Each trip to the doc is covered
A thirty dollar co-pay
“Happy Holidays,” she muttered
As I sadly shuffled away
Give me a diagnosis for the problem
Don’t just hand me a fix
I don’t want to mask yet a symptom
So that figures I’ve paid number six
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