Surely doc, nothing’s wrong with me
but everyone’s against me, even those I call family.
They’re turning their backs,
making absurd cracks.
These days, I live in infamy.
I manage this life with limerick
Yeah, guess that will do the trick.
Sobbing is overwrought.
Anger shall never be sought.
Cross fingers , I don’t get the needle prick.
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