The good doctor
has his fingers in the mouth
of a red-haired man.
Repeat after me, the good doctor
says to the red-haired man:
this vindictive creature, he
swallows the delicate flower.
It beat counting pills, it all
beat counting pills.
He was fine with being a
special guest star, fine with
being the villain. As long as he
wasn’t down in the Bronx,
counting pills.
The red-haired man squints &
mumbles. The doctor spreads his
cheeks, pinches his tongue:
Again, Carlos. Repeat after me.