CATEGORY: CENTRAL OREGON

Here is your fee you old M.D.
I think it highway robbery.
I wish you measles and the mumps,
The kind with upper and lower lumps.
How does it feel to make a prey
Of those who work for little pay?
Aren’t you proud of such a haul–
Twelve dollars for a telephone call
And another twelve for another one
And two minutes out of your daily run?
I’m not asking you for charity,
Just a little more play farity.
In your sanitary hostelry
I spent a night that really costel me.
No breakfast or even lunch was served me
And the sixty dollar bill un-nerved me–
A little bit expensive for
A bed, a hypo, and a snore.
The nurses were the sweetest yet,
But the next time I, a headache get,
I’ll chop open my head and let out Hermes
Before I give you a piece of my epidermis.