Doctor Doctor Please

D is for
Doctor Doctor Please
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It,s not imagination
I really am too ill
I,m not a hypochondriac
Just pleae prescribe a pill
There,s shortness of breath
I,ve a pain in my chest
With a racing pulse
I must have a test
My head is splitting
At night it,s worse
Spots before my eyes
A vein has burst
I,m dying here with dicky guts
It must be a tumour, no way stress
I swallow Rennies
My tongue,s a mess
My doctor tells me to go away
He just won,t give an answer
I show him lumps and bumps
Tells me it,s not cancer
My days are numbered, soon to die
I,m too serious, it,s not a laugh
I said I was ill
That,s my epitaph: