A sense of despair is good for your hair,
it makes it turn funky and white.
It moves you to drink and stand on the brink,
and keeps you awake through the night.
It raises blood pressure and thickens your gut,
and slows your life down to a crawl.
‘Till you get to the point as you light up a joint
where you never feel healthy at all.
So thank you despair, you’re making me money
it feels so damn good to be rich.
I call myself Doctor but others, I know,
just call me a son of a bitch.
Written by Dr.Feelgood and sincerely dedicated to all the stressed out people with paid up insurance premiums.
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