What's Up Doc with those Scrubs
sitting in the office, of the waiting room,
A QUACK DOC, runs by
and flicks his hip
and dust, do
fly high
man sneezes and coughs
but i close my eyes
and holds my
breath
not knowing
if, it was
meant
to make me sick
so in this a vent
I have found
that we
who
trust
won't always see
the conspicuous
of many unwanted
deeds
so i ask
will someone
pray for me
i can't win!
and flicks his hip
and dust, do
fly high
man sneezes and coughs
but i close my eyes
and holds my
breath
not knowing
if, it was
meant
to make me sick
so in this a vent
I have found
that we
who
trust
won't always see
the conspicuous
of many unwanted
deeds
so i ask
will someone
pray for me
i can't win!
October 14, 2019 Monday at doctor's office real
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