Dr. Dimwit, can you give a
little something for my ale
a tiny lift of this or that for
I am feeling mighty frail
Dr. Dimwit, are you listening?
Should I call 911?
Just a shot is all I ask, a pill?
a dose? I’m so hum drum
Dr. Dimwit look my way!
I haven’t got all frappin’ day!
Today’s the day I have to face
and for my son be truly brave
Dr’. Dimwit do you expect me to
hold my head up high
while my baby boy has surgery?
I don’t want to cry!
Dr. Dimwit you’re fool,
a heartless moronic little boob!
To sit and watch a mother break,
to give her nothing for her ale
Dr. Dimwit, sir, I swear,
if he’s not in the best care
I will shoot you up and lay you out
and take your heart! Sound fair?
Oh, what’s that Dr. Dimwit?
Oh, your hearing aid’s turned down?
No, well I was asking for
a little “help me out?”
“*Here’s a little sedative
Mrs. Brown, are you alright?
Your son Ty’s in recovery,
his surgery went fine*”
2007-10-24
03:33:16
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5 answers
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asked by
Anonymous
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Worried mama, boo. not a junkie.
2007-10-24
03:48:09 ·
update #1
The ending hasn't been written yet, Dondi, but we'll try to make it a happy one for you.
2007-10-24
05:09:35 ·
update #2