RIP CME
Cheers to the CME, a carnival fun,
Registration sky high, just a pocket - filling run.
A meet in the past, where ideas reigned,
Now a plot, these days, where pretense is feigned.
A hunt for souvenirs by speakers,
Goodies sought by eager seekers.
Science and commerce join hands,
As pharma companies muddle with vital glands.
A booming industry, epidemic in proportion,
Campaigns for votes in skewed distortion.
Voices of substance lost to the phantom,
As the glimmers of limelight have grown random.
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2024
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