You cough and wheeze, the hours go by
I pour your drinks, I ask you why
I cannot help and you reply,
"I do not want your medicine."
You made me go to town with you
to do the things you cannot do
like go into the bottle store
and acquire your own medicine.
I step outside to have a smoke
and mention things;you know I joke
but feel so bad about yourself
you drown you in your own medicine.
We spoke about how men are kings
until an illness forces them
to need the tit of catering
you still deny your medicine
You moan about the things we say
about your manliness astray
when you are ill and will not take
your kindly-offered medicine
Do not assume that we know naught
'bout how relation-lines are taught
it's more than kind words and you ought
to take your fucking medicine.
A tea I brew for you my dear
Of almond and ole'ander
Sweet dreams and hush your wheezing tone
And drink of my sweet medicine.
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