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The Health Store
The door's ajar
with healthy labels
all competing to be read
stern warnings
bark out grandma's fables
If I won't heed them
I'll be dead
Behind the counter
sits a banker
money coursing
through her veins
I pay my pills
and pause to thank her
She nods and says:
"Please call again."
Bottles rattle
in my pocket
those special offers
what a plus
It's such a shame
I got knocked over
jogging breathless
for the bus
with healthy labels
all competing to be read
stern warnings
bark out grandma's fables
If I won't heed them
I'll be dead
Behind the counter
sits a banker
money coursing
through her veins
I pay my pills
and pause to thank her
She nods and says:
"Please call again."
Bottles rattle
in my pocket
those special offers
what a plus
It's such a shame
I got knocked over
jogging breathless
for the bus
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