04-02-2017, 06:01 AM
I don't like doctors. The medicine
they give me doesn't taste nice, and they never
promise me a cure. Just more
medicine, and treatment, and even
sometimes telling me there's nothing
wrong at all.
Everything has risks, they tell me. No
guarantees. Still, they take my money.
What kind of business are they running,
where the product could fail even if you
follow all the instructions (and who follows
all the instructions?) and they still have
another pill, another shot. Oh, the shots!
Stabs and jabs and lists of risks and
no guarantees of an end to disease
but a fine white coat and a fancy car and
I've been told just who they are:
fakes and pharmaceutical shills whose
medicine kills or causes such woes, but
nobody knows
except my homeopath. All her treatments
are sugar-coated, sweet and easy to swallow.
Why would I follow rules, submit to the tools
of scalpel-happy bleeders? All I need
is a drop of sympathy, a gentle tea
that remembers how to cure from long ago,
when remedies were simpler things. No
drugs, no cuts, just the power of
imagination.
they give me doesn't taste nice, and they never
promise me a cure. Just more
medicine, and treatment, and even
sometimes telling me there's nothing
wrong at all.
Everything has risks, they tell me. No
guarantees. Still, they take my money.
What kind of business are they running,
where the product could fail even if you
follow all the instructions (and who follows
all the instructions?) and they still have
another pill, another shot. Oh, the shots!
Stabs and jabs and lists of risks and
no guarantees of an end to disease
but a fine white coat and a fancy car and
I've been told just who they are:
fakes and pharmaceutical shills whose
medicine kills or causes such woes, but
nobody knows
except my homeopath. All her treatments
are sugar-coated, sweet and easy to swallow.
Why would I follow rules, submit to the tools
of scalpel-happy bleeders? All I need
is a drop of sympathy, a gentle tea
that remembers how to cure from long ago,
when remedies were simpler things. No
drugs, no cuts, just the power of
imagination.
It could be worse