I counted your Vicodin not once, but twice.
You think it’s 5 short so of course you’re not nice.
You bitch and complain about two dollar co-pays,
When really it’s my money that ends up paying your way.
You wanted the brand, got generic instead,
You think that they’re different—it’s all in your head.
“Why is my co-pay so awfully high?”
Fifteen isn’t bad, try one fifty-five.
Be thankful you’ve got it ‘cause some people don’t,
I offer cash prices, but take them? You won’t.
You run out of Ambien 2 weeks before you should,
Then you blamed it on me right where you stood.
You’re out of refills? Well tough shit for you.
Now you stand and ask for a free pill or two,
You don’t call your doctor ‘cause that’s our job,
When they fax it wrong, you stand there and sob.
Just be responsible and suck it up, Prick.
Keep track of your things or get beat with a stick.
If I could speak my mind I’d lose my job,
While you whine for your Adipex, you overweight slob.
You people suck.
