Medicine is such a
secret realm
Couched in terms
not meant for you
Where doctors
play with words and us
While all we can
do is moan and cuss
To justify their hard
earned wage
Higher beings
they deign to be
They shake their
heads and write a note
But when we’ve
gone they laugh and gloat
You’ve been there
an hour or more
They don’t want
to talk, just write a script
For the
pharmacists to translate
For you’ll find
they are always late
If they cannot
solve your ill
They will send
you to those that will
Scans and tests
and specialists
While your cash goes
in the mists
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