Rage Against THe QuacksA Poem by Larry CruikshankPoem about the pleasure of modern day medicine.
Hundreds of years ago
when medicine was magical, spiritual, voodoo and cures included bleeding patients they would call you shaman, witch doctor soother or healer but at least you actually tried to heal Today they call you amateur golfer with a three handicap and you are still bleeding patients, bleeding their wallets dry As little as 50 years ago you would visit homes on what historians describe as a house call You took an oath and lived to better the lives of your fellow man Today you move us through like cattle being readied for the slaughter and give each of us five minutes time You act like we owe you praise just for taking a minute to see us And if you can't remedy an illness with a simple prescription from your magical Rx pad, then you throw more tests our way and recommend we see a specialist You are all such quacks what happened to American medicine? Since December, two of the doctors at the clinic I go to have quit the place the third doctor I got to see today said he doesn't take new patients. And I fully understand, if you accepted me and gave me five minutes it might make you late for your tee time. © 2014 Larry CruikshankAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLarry CruikshankLas Vegas, NVAboutHello: My name is Larry Cruikshank (nickname Laredog). I am 58 years old, married with 3 grown children and 7 grandchildren. My first book of poetry is now available at http://www.createspace.com/4645.. more.. |