Imiprimine

by

Hardy Parkerson

I was down and depressed.
My life was a mess.
I was a basket-case
walkin' on ice.
I went to the doctor;
He asked, "What is the matter?"
I said, "I'm thinkin' 'bout
takin' my life."
I had no smile on my face;
The I.R.S. was ln my case;
And just to be honest and frank,
I was down on my luck
and hadn't a buck;
Was in debt to my ears
at the bank.
Doc asked, "How do you sleep?"
I said, "Lightly, not deep."
Doc said, "Son,
let me make a confession.
We're all the same
in this money game:
Those of us who have a profession.
The stress and the pressures
of practice are great,
And we suffer situational depression.
Here, get this filled!
It's a little red pill.
It'll lift up your spirits,
if you know what I mean.
Just take it at night
'fore you go to bed;
It's a little pill
called 'Imipramine.'"
So I do what he said
each night 'fore I go to bed,
And now I feel like a king.
Now I couldn't live
without that little read pill
That the doctor calls
"Imipramine."
Now I am a winner in life,
And it's great with my wife;
And the kids who thought
I was mean
Say, "You're a great dad;
Not like that old one we had
'Fore you started takin'
that Imipramine."

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