My doctor said i haven't got long.
And hells angels i will soon be among.
He said when there do think of me.
And in hell me he will come and see.
My doctor is a psychopath.
In my dying throes he did yahoo and laugh.
The bastard poisoned me to death.
And got satisfaction when i drew my last breath.
Now I'm down in hell below.
And see angels there that i do know.
They say to me, welcome to the doctors surgery.
And that the waiting time is long, because down here no patient is an emergency.
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Comments1
Ooh really interesting piece, I haven’t read one like this before. The fourth line confused me but other than that thumbs up
Thanks for comment.
Changed fourth line.
It was confusing, thanks for pointing out.
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