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Never Ending End? (for Chris)
Modern
Western
Medicine
You are expected
To have accepted
These cure claiming concoctions
It's a funny thing, really
Not funny 'ha ha', though
Here you are
Dying the death of so many
Caused by a million truly unknowns
No doctor knows
For sure
But here you are
Suffering
Suffering somewhat
From the malignant evil, I suppose
But suffering more
From the management
Of the educated, licensed reaper
Administering the toxic unmiracle
Injected currently
Through the currents of life
Pulsing poison
Ruining a once robust body
Now, a withered root of a man
Who stands a good foot taller
Than I
But weighing a bad 10 pounds less
Than I
The scholar says,
'Take this to boost your red blood cells.
It'll give back some strength to continue your treatments.'
The label says,
'WARNING, you poor bastard, I'll do my job'
at your expense. Aching joints, constant sweats,
and bleeding ulcers is what I charge in return.'
It's just a vicious, expensive cycle
Frequently filling pockets of power
A life gambling game of catch 22
For you
One medicine
Causing need for
Another medicine
Which causes need for
Another medicine
And pretty soon'
Your simple 7-day, Sunday through Saturday
Pill container
Multiplied into a
31day, not-so-little lidded container
Purchased at pharmacy's counter
And the sounds of
Pop
Gulp
Swallow
Pop
Gulp
Swallow'
Echo endless pain
Upon more pain
As an arduous task
Only thought by me
To be heard by those
Resting in starched, sad homes
Waiting for welcomed demise'
Now it's you, perhaps
Also waiting for that'
But I love you, man
You hear me?
I love you
Like my friend
My brother
Like my father
So I say this with love
Like a true son
Caring
Carefully
Maybe,
Quality
Is better than
Quantity
Absent of this
Modern
Western
Medicine
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"The scholar says,
??Take this to boost your red blood cells.
It??ll give back some strength to continue your treatments.?
The label says,
??WARNING, you poor bastard, I??ll do my job?
at your expense. Aching joints, constant sweats,
and bleeding ulcers is what I charge in return.? "
~ So true, so true.
Good write! |
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| Excellent Jay. Enjoyable read once again |
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Comment by: lofty - 2006-06-07 08:32
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| wow jay another fantastic piece,better and better with every read. |
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Hey man, I love the opening, it seems really a hard hit to start out with.
"But I love you, man
You hear me?
I love you
Like my friend
My brother
Like my father
So I say this with love
Like a true son
Caring
Carefully
Maybe,
Quality
Is better than
Quantity
Absent of this
Modern
Western
Medicine" -- the way these stanzas cascade down is really effective i think. especiallyfor the theme. A beautiful write, with a relative and credible statement in my opinion. i think this piece has a real epic feel.
"Not funny ??ha ha?, though" -- my only suggestion would be that this line would flow more straight without the comma to pause it. But i'm sure you have our reasons for such a placement, as it looks quite purposeful wher it is placed.
great peice, thanks for the write. |
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Whoop to this piece.
Lots of excellent pithy meaning to the qunadries of a medical system where the physicians do not even have the time to heal their own ills.
A lotof the time, I think we can heal ourselves, or even better prevent ourselves from getting nasty conditions.
Love this stanza
And the sounds of
Pop
Gulp
Swallow
Pop
Gulp
Swallow?
Echo endless pain
Upon more pain
As an arduous task
Only thought by me
To be heard by those
Resting in starched, sad homes
Waiting for welcomed demise?
Now it??s you, perhaps
Also waiting for that?
Keep em coming! |
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