Our world it doesn't smell so very good

Strictly between you and me

Our life is mean, dirty and banal

and sick and raw

and brutal as can be.

Of course what ails our society

Is moral VD and sclerosis,

And terminal senile decay.

Here is my doctor's prognosis:

That blood transfusions

And hormone solutions

And all the profusion

of antibiotics

and vitamin shots

Are medicine thrown away.