I don’t like going to the doctor.
I don’t like taking medicine —
and I resent them.
Nowadays you feel more like furniture
coming in to be repaired.
A doctor’s a very important part of your life,
your doctor is.
Something’s wrong.
I’m out of whack.
I don’t want to hurt his feelings,
but really,
he didn’t do anything for me.
I just don’t want to be an invalid.
I don’t want to have a stroke.
I want to die fast.
I resent not being perfect.
I thought everyone else got old,
and I would stay young.
I think what I need is a new me.
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