Common Symptoms of Dilantin
(working title)
That which I hate
I miss very much,
That electric, sharp,
Prickly touch;
Wish I could can her,
Pickle her,
Put her in a hutch.
Get her out
When I want her,
Need her, and such;
Abuse HER, not she
Me
I hate her
Till she’s gone
Then I’m the one who’s messed up
And got it all wrong
That itch I hate—
I miss very much.
(This medicine sure is a crutch)
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