Dr Feel Good

Dr. P.D. Feel Good vs.' Doc the Poet (#2 Doc, you can keep wearing my CROWN. It goes perfect with your pink hospital gown. I am the one that damaged and demolished all your goods Now you’re like a tr@mp roaming the hoods Diagnose your poetry under a form of drug abuse. If you want to be a real princess, cover up them bruise. Step into my office, -I'm the Dr. Feel Good of abuse. My assistant will stamp and shave you like a sheep. With the consumption, you’re not for human use. Doc, I will be your worst nightmare. My ambush of words will leave you in fear. My assistant Nathan will leave you babbling, As he gives you a PAP SMEAR. You cannot escape my mental destruction gear. STUTTERING as you get donkey punched in the rear. You will cry for mercy as I hammer in your head. Begging my assistant to put you out of misery. Screwing with your mind, laughing at your history. Cooking your words like chicken cacciatore. Forgetting to add herbs to your so-called poetry. Now who is the one with the ALZHEIMER'S poetry disease? Now I have you on your knees. Making you suffer while you foam at the teeth. Spiting my speech disorder all over your face. Your slam has no speed to continue with this race. You’re nothing but a rat, running thru my maze My assistant is setting traps in your house Starving and making you trip like an experimental mouse. Crushing your amphetamines high thread. I'm going to take your poetic head, Cram it into the hospital bed. Awe Doc, All them tears I will make you shed. Doc, your poetry will be crying for mercy instead. My pen will inject you a poetic black and blue full of lead. Refusing you Penicillin, for your infection, over bled. Adding salt to your wounds, screaming (DR. P.oetic D.read!) All in time Doc, you will fear me until you go brain dead Asking for an over dose wishing you were dead. Knowing that Dr. P.D. Feel Good~is laughing in her head. By the time, you snap to, I am still way ahead of you. by;p.d.