The Neurologist is my shepherd
I shall not stumble
He maketh me have an MRI and a spinal tap.
He leadeth me to have my eyes checked
He checketh my brain
He leadeth me on the path of a proper drug program
Yeah, though I stagger through the valley of imbalance
I shall fear no disability
For he scratcheth the bottom of my feet.
His prescriptions of prozac, they comfort me.
He prepareth a prescription in the presence of my brain farts.

He anointeth my self with chocolate. I stand up and fall over.
Surely a cane or scooter shall be in store for me
through all the MS years of my life,
And I shall overheat forever

Amen

By Dora

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December 12th, 2002