Sick to Death
Nothing in life is ever free
And for but a minimal fee
I'll cure you of all your ills
Just swallow these little pills
But if that doesn't do the trick
And your stomach's feeling sick
Trust me now and if you please
Open up and swallow these
One dose, two dose, three dose, four
If that works just ask for more
If it don't, we'll just keep trying
Right up to the day you're dying
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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