Oh, Merck please make me,
the drug of my dreams.
One that will take me,
to a new life that seems.
So wonderful and bright,
like my dream last night,
without a care or thought
of what, side effect, means.
Oh, Merck please make me,
the drug of my desire.
One that will help me,
fan passion's blue fire.
And make all the women,
flock to me, too,
like children to the piper,
used to do.
Oh, Merck please make me,
the drug of my need.
Pump up my muscles,
like some mythical steed.
Turn this wimp,
into a manly man.
I'm too weak just to work out,
need all the help I can.
Oh, Merck please make me,
the drug of my life.
My lifestyle's a mess, and
my genes cut like a knife.
Burn this fat off,
so I can continue to eat.
Cure my diabetes,
so myself I can treat.
Please, Merck save me,
with a magic pill--at last,
and if you screw up,
I’ll sue your ass!
Drawingby D. Sauve
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Copyright 2005 © Ronald W. Hull
8/20/05
