Doctor doctor


Doctor doctor
What are you doing?
Put the pen down
You’re not writing me a prescription
I’m not taking that crap
Are you trying to kill me?
Doctor doctor
Give me back my money
It’s not yours to begin with
You greedy son of a gun
Nobody wants to overdose and die
It’s all your fault
The drugs you gave them
Made them messed up in their head
Making them do things
Negative things
You’re hurting them
Slowly killing them
Doctor doctor
Stop what you’re doing
Before it’s to late.

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