I would have to honestly and truly say
In the most eloquent of mannerisms
"I wouldn't be in this office
Dressed in a paper gown that was made to fit a ten year old
Forced to sit on this paper roll
That had a past existence of sanding down redwoods
Just to say that I have a pinch of pain in the left corner of my little finger"
This isn't an attempt to bring back the graceful strides of a pimp
Or to try to gain sympathy playing the role of the cripple or gimp
This shit hurts!
And I can understand the protocol of procedure
By assessing and analyzing the cause of the problem
But for right now, treat me like a fiend on smack
And tap that needle right into the depths of my arm
And let me sink into the cold numbness like the Titanic
I'm just saying!