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Acupuncture

A local acupuncturist could not conceive,
Of why, about acupuncture, I did not believe.
My first thought was, where do I begin?
So I looked at her with a wide grin,
And started a monologue I’d given before,
And usually ends with their anger galore.

Chinese, Japanese, Viet Namese or Thai?
They’re all quite different and decry,
All the others as dziggetai.

The meridians are fake, they do not exist.
Acupuncturists playing the fantasist.

But here’s the point, this is the home run.
Toothpicks work and the job gets well done.
Sham acupuncture it’s called and it works just as well,
As regular acupuncture and this should tell,
You just how fake acupuncture really is.
But practitioners still must support their biz.

So ask them of papers published that show,
Definite effects of this treatment they know.
Blank is all you ever get.
There are no studies as of yet.

They’ll always say more research is needed.
But nothing ever comes. It’s always defeated.
Every follow-up that tightens the protocol,
Negative results are all that befall.

Ancient?  Not really. Look what they used.
There were no needles and now you’re confused.
You can find them online and they’re actually blades.
They were bleeding people, like all medical trades.

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