I was born into this womb of a world
And kept alive by a wannabe doctor
That’s the best I can say
About one's contribution
Fed from the pulpit
One Sunday at a time
I wasn’t fed poison or medicine
It was more like chips and soda for breakfast
And microwaved lasagna and fruit punch for dinner
Without blushing or sarcasm
It's what the doctor ordered
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