A visit to the doctor always entails

Giving over endless intimate and rather gruesome details

About pills you take and the effects they’ve had,

On why they’re good, or why they’re bad,

On the fact that one pill involves taking four more

Because the side effects leave you feeling quite sore,

And severely depressed and horribly sick

Or feeling like you’ve been hit by a brick,

And your head’s a mess, you’re in a fog,

You’re not running on digital but analogue!

Your skin is itching, it’s raw, it’s red

You cannot count how many tears you’ve shed,

You’d like the doc to prescribe an elixir to make you feel well,

Or better still, an ice-cold glass of Californian Zinfandel!