Oh,doctor I am in a flap
I cannot turn this childproof cap
I cannot take my medicine
So I shall toss it in the bin

The beta blockers make me down
I am in a study brown.
The mini aspirins make me bruise
And my mind is quite confused.

The ibuprofen hurt my heart
Yet without one I cannot start.
The thyroxine has no effect
So now I feel my life is dreck.

The codeine fails to make me high
I'm not addicted, though I try.
I'll have to take a shot of gin
And alcohol will make me sin.

I'll go to parties in a dress
That makes men's hormones more or less.
I'll take a big one home with me,
And give him poison in his tea.

And when I am in jail at last
I'll feel remorse for all my past.
For as I suffer dreadful pain
God has hit me yet again.

It's not enough that I am blind
And suffer terrors in my mind
Not enough that lovers cruel
Give me stick instead of jewels.

Or maybe life does not make sense
Especially when I feel so tense.
Maybe random are my days
and my life has gone astray.

I think that I shall buy a cat
And love it tenderly and chat.
But if my cat gives me a scratch...
I'll light its tail up with a match.

All the world must me obey
Else I'll be enraged all day.
I want my own way all the time.
Other people must conform.

I am here and full of ills
What do you think of these blue pills?
If they take away my heart
That at least will be a start.

Then they can remove my brain
To help me with this damned pain.
Why not kill me right away
Then I'll be from pain astray?

Maybe there are senses  humans lack
Another world  where this world is reframed
To the blind, reality is black

In the midst of tragedy, the rack
The  outstretched hands of god   do seem  forlorn
Maybe there are senses  which we lack

But while we are out ambling  well known tracks
We   may not see  our morals stumble lamed
To the blind, reality is black

The paranoid, the people,  madly  wreck
The natural law, the tablets, the  whole game
Maybe there are senses  which we lack

The albatross may hang around our necks
Yet we must feel  positive these days
To the blind, reality is black

Come my tigers, tell me of your names
Sit beside me, summon up my dreams
Maybe there are senses   people slight
To the deaf, reality is bright

 

He may  scream at dogs and hurt his wife
Harass his girfriend in the summer night
He drinks red wine  and slops it all about
Is he the PM  we all await?

Worse, he lies so blatantly it stinks
He has charisma like the psychopaths
He feels he is superior to us folk
The carers struggling  daily  with our wrath

He supports  harassment of the  poor
The dying man who’s told he has to work
He cuts tax for the wealthy making clear
About the Natural Law he is a berk

Aquinas must be trembling in his grave
The Natural Law is  dying ,killed by knaves