The Doctor said.
How did he die?
And please don’t lie,
I asked knowing the answer.
It was the strife of life,
No nagging wife,
Just the accumulation,
Of the strife of nations.
It wasn’t caused by the bottle of vodka before lunch,
His brunch,
Or the Ketemin or amphetamine;
Nor the extra jab of Insulin,
Who knows?
He tried that once before,
That time someone broke down the door!
