Sanity meted in batches
With healthcare served up in patches
It’s a dumpster dive
Just staying alive
To rely on raccoons playing with matches
mind numbing pain free
without meds where would we be
old school misery
whiskey for an amputee
biting sticks in agony
Big Pharma
This world has become divided on what we believe.
Should we trust more in science and roll up our sleeve?
What is the truth, how can, we be sure?
Is this vaccine going to kill us, or is it the cure?
Is big pharma a threat, are they trying to take control?
Will their drugs save us or destroy us, what is their goal?
I’ve taken medication for the past eleven years.
They have kept me alive and helped with my fears.
Big pharma saved my life, I guess the question is why?
If there was some big conspiracy, wouldn’t they just let us die?
Thirty minutes of cpr, two stints and a knife
A room full of strangers with drugs, saved my life.
Go visit a hospital, take a good look around.
You will see plenty of loved ones, those drugs keep above ground.
Medicine will keep you home, warm and safe in your bed.
Without science and technology, many of us would be dead.
* I'm not trying to belittle any beliefs that people may have, I'm just voicing my own opinion. *
the pharma
We must say one thing clear the pandemic is running us
we try to reduce its influence by wanting people sitting in weeks in and weeks out
sooner or later, we have to be let out
and since we by sitting in we have no defensive are like the Indian meeting the flu
for the first time, and many more people succumb to this pest.
The vaccine has a field day.
The vaccine might help as long get an ejection twice a year a gift packed
For the pharma- an industry we have been addicted to yet another vaccine telling
we need
Pill taking and injections are the norm we a walking medicine cabinet
but they want us to live - dead people no medicine take-since death has been banished
we live in a fog of legal poison.
In the morning I take heed, I need my fix…
Running around like a headless steed, I start to mix…
Just an ambient aphrodisiac, my tantalizing tea…
A dormant astral amnesiac, in a matrix reality…
My deficit hyperactivity starts to mourn, I need my stimulant…
Relying on prescription worn, a narcoleptic nilpotent…
Looking for my performance enhancer, I strike a pose…
I turn into an exotic dancer, where are my clothes?
I’m an electrical euphoriant, just plug me in…
A vexing viral variant, a sinister seductive sin…
A deprived dopamine, searching for neural transmission…
My effusive endocrine, in a rambunctious remission…
In my magnetic resonance imaging, chronic pain in depression…
Where dimensions are diminishing, I’m open to confession…
Please unplug me from the world, time to disappear…
Cover me within a comfy curled, take away the fear.
April.07.2019
Your Amphetamine
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
IN BED WITH BIG PHARMA
FEELING ALL FUZZY AND WARM
AIN'T FELT THIS GOOD
SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN
MEDS FOR THINKING
MEDS TO RELAX
THEY COMPETE WITH THUGS
ON THE STREETS WHO SELL CRACK
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE
BIG PHARMA IS LEGAL
THE THUGS GET HARASSED
BY DRUG SNIFFING BEAGLES
THEY BOTH KILL PEOPLE
IN THEIR OWN WAY
BIG PHARMA GETS PAID
THE THUGS LOCKED AWAY
BIG PHARMA'S IN BED
WITH POLITICIANS OF COURSE
THE THUGS HAVE FRIENDS
THEY'RE CONSIDERED COHORTS
FRIENDS WITH BIG PHARMA?
EVERYTHING'S FINE
FRIENDS WITH THE THUGS?
IT'S CONSIDERED A CRIME
THE MORAL OF THIS POEM
IS IF YOU LIKE CRIME
CRAWL IN BED WITH BIG PHARMA
AND YOU'LL NEVER DO TIME
Bitter Pill of Big Pharma
Big pharma hype that they cure
But they really don’t, profits are too dear.
If they have alternate choices to pick
A pill that cures or one keeping you chronically sick
They choose the latter, more profits for all
Especially for executives who get the biggest haul.
This is why health care fails when profit driven
Becomes not curing or making you well, that is a given.
by Michaelw1two
Practitioners ply
inhumane unknowns, street drugs
killing the masses
May 2013
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