The Heart Doctor
Me:
Doctor if you could help me
That would be great
I’m running late
Leaving soon to France
Look at the date!
I’m putting things in order
There’s things to mend
But my heart, it isn’t right
It’s hard to pretend
It’s riddled with holes
It feels like swiss cheese
I didn’t ask for love
But when it came I said, “More please!”
I keep right on taking
To fuel the addiction
I drink as prescribed
To fight the affliction
But there’s nothing to take
To dull the pain
No articles to read
No friends to explain
What happens to the heart
When you experience trauma?
It’s hard, it’s real
I’m not causing drama
I’m flat lining doc
Should I call my mama?
I can feel it now
The beats are spaced further
Please doc, run some tests
Is it a heart murmur?
The Doctor:
We’ve found the trouble
Let me show you the scans
You should have come sooner
Please sit, don’t stand
This is your heart
And this is your heart on love
See the discoloration
The inflammation above
Take a pill for the swelling
This one for the cravings
Inject this to numb
Snort this til’ you’re dumb
If it should stop
Use these for electric pop
We’ll keep your heart racing
But never tip top
You may stumble, don’t worry
We won’t let you drop
We’ll keep the ticker beating
Even after you’re dead
Using stilts and rigs
We’ll prop up your head
The trouble with the heart
It wants to feel
We can put a stop to that
It’s no big deal
You think you have problems
Soon it won’t feel real
Check out these charts
And our prices, they’re a steal!
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