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remedy Ills Bottle feed me will you? Now in possession of a cheesy pale blue plastic container much too small for anything but Pills, one two and three trying to dose me up so cleverly. It's the only way of doctors best today Pounded down then mixed with this or that some shit of pure synthetics just to make someone feel well; Just the ordinary system soothe the mind of those who still wake up and feel like hell. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2016-01-26 11:19:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Deni - You have spoken the truest words issued here. I am so tired of having to dispense 10 different powerful pills, some morning, some night, and watching little difference in m wife. I am sure we could eliminate almost all of them and she would be better.
I fight with the doctors, but pharmaceuticals are an easy out for them. They can’t tell me how so many different medicines interact and make things worse. Great poem, so true-
A Treatise worth the read.