Let it Burn

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy exquisite, I'm not paying you for your visit. I did not call you to be told, My malady is a common cold.By pounding brow and swollen lip; By fever's hot and scaly grip;…