Tom Bell Poet Burlesque

Twenty-Six

Twenty-six doctors
At my door                (I gotta get rid of this darn door!!!!)
With twenty-six diagnosis,
And then, twenty-six more...

Twenty-six pills
For twenty-six ills,
My voice startin' to change,
I sound like Beverly Sills!

Think I'm more likely
To survive twenty six diseases,
Than twenty six prescriptions,
Bringing twenty-six sneezes...

Twenty six Dr. visits,
Each month alone,
Twenty six Doctors,
Twenty-six receptionists,
On twenty-six a phone...

Twenty-six things
He tells me,
Which I forget
In twenty-six seconds,
Twenty-six different
Medical futures,
It seems, beckons

Oh, I'm tired of this number thing,
How many numbers are there?
Must I continue till nobody does care?

Well, better yet, let me see,
If twenty-six beers,
Will be enough for me!

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