Justin Debrosse Poet Free verse

Medicine In America Is a Giant Diseased Balloon

Excuse me while I wrap up your tomb
Eschew myself right out the room
I've gathered data plenty and ready
I know your case!
I've sold many
We'll order some laser rays
And a few submarines
It will cost a fortune
But its not what it seems

We are healing the sick
huddled masses
Ship em in like lunch trays
To recieve their care
Life's a *****
We're all too aware

So give me that blood
I will screen your disease
Death is near
Take this envelope please

If theres nothing we can do
We'll send a Priest your way
It will show on the family bill
Have a nice day! and come again
We'll treat you as a true friend

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Gwendolen Song May 15, 2012 at 12:57 PM Truth jumps out between the lines of this sarcastic rhyme...Pastoral services IS BILLED EVERY TIME!...Just let me die at home in PEACE! Paaa-lease! Great stuff here....now off to your dojo! If I can find that one!... Justin Debrosse May 15, 2012 at 1:03 PM haha, sometimes when heartfelt expressions fail, you have to pull the sword and assassinate somebody!