Count my blessings yes
Also can't help but count rejections
All the oppression and destress
Built up like bad credit
I’m sick of asking for help
Sick of not being able to get it
Sick of empty sentiments
Just layering on like sediment
Sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
These mick and mire for hire doctors
Wish they’d quit and retire
Like politicians making decisions
That conflict with their own conditions
The only prescription that does anything
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To Be Frank: 