The patient’s condition I do not care
Any medical condition does not scare
I will only do what I see fit
I will tell you when and where to sit
In this clinic I am always the boss
What you think I give not a toss
Although you might be very ill
All those forms you have to fill
She can drive your pressure way up high
And dismiss your tests with just a sigh
She know just looking I am very ill
But for hours I must wait for the magic pill
Nurse Roma Rude makes no idle boast
When stating that she can upset the most
The proud possessor of a medical skill
Can more than lightly a patient kill
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