Two faced science
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The crooked dentist in the poem is Scott Charmoli, the nurse is Lucy Letby, The 100 billion in fraud is not just Medicare, it includes Medicaid.
In my story,which is the second half of the poem, an obvious question is how would I know medical science is being used in the way I claim in the 3 verses, even if the story is true. But some stories need to be told chronologically, and if you end up in the middle of the plot, or at the end, they don't make sense. And its a long story. So I'll skip it.
I will say that the tech details are known to be possible: 1) I was told by an endocrinologist that he knew of drugs that increase your sex urges rapidly, and 2) I also talked to another medical professional who confirmed that drugs can be aerosolized. The poem is an effort to give a warning.
I trusted all doctors, thought they know best
So many years learning, a noble quest
They want to do well by helping you
But from any kind of knowledge, evil can brew.
Scott was a dentist, a noble career
But to ethical rules he did not adhere
If you sat in his chair, he'd put a crown on your tooth
Insurers paid him millions, didn't ask for proof.
Babies kept dying under Lucy's care
She was idealistic in school but got on a tear
Murdered 7 babies, the motives appall
But nurses are human, and humans can fall.
I could also mention fraud in Medicare
100 billion a year, the criminal share
Some docs think a short cut to money is worth
After all, they too have limited time on this earth.
In Nazi-land doctors reasoned that since Jews had to die
Why not do twin experiments, in my mind those kids cry
The docs were curing society of an enemy disease
Against indoctrination, no way to appease.
I was drugged with sex drugs, medical knowledge used for bad
Docs told me such drugs exist, but thought I was mad
I said drugs could be sprayed through the air, made things worse
It was all true, but a hard sell, and an ongoing curse.
Some thought me handsome, the good looks faded
My short-term memory tanked as sleep blockaded
All sorts of damage victims could not have a clue
They can reach into your brain, without touching you.
Before thinking me mad, look up "drugs as aerosols"
An open mind's better than one closed by walls.
Don't leave the many victims, across the fruited plain
Forever unprotected because this story sounds insane.
Copyright © Gem Stone | Year Posted 2024
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