Misdiagnosed and Overdrugged
Every aspect of life has become political,
A trip to the Doctor can become critical,
because who you are in life never gets left behind,
If folks don't like you, they will treat you unkindly,
They will conveniently forget about the Hippocratic Oath,
and change their white coats for a cloak fron the coven,
slowly misdiagnosing and treating with hidden poisons,
No one is wiser and no one cares, especially if one has money
you will never get sympathizing stares,
They will continue to misdiagnose, overdrug and underdrug,
retribution for not sharing "the spoils",
They won't stop, unless the treated turn into thugs,
They cleverly hope their victims will rot away or have an untimely demise,
actions that are untraceable, makes the risk twice as nice.
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