I went to the doctor.
I had permanent chills.
My hair was standing up on end.
"You've been listening to Chicago again,
Haven't you?" He chided me.
"Only 6 2 4, Feeling Stronger Everyday,
And, I'm a Mannnnnnnnn.

My doctor simply shook his head.
"By this time next year
You'll be dead," he admonished,
"If you don't stop it."

Well, does anyone really know what time it is?

Does anybody really care?

-jenn