Treatment Poems - Poems about Treatment

God laughs when fools behave like racists All persecuted individuals are His children God laughs when a few are obviously chosen And receive preferential treatment under the basis That the lighter complexion is superior and better. God created one race. The same blood flows like a river In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber God laughs when a...

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Ben the bull was gentlemanly and debonair He had a unique personality, he filled the air The others in the barnyard got out of his way He marched though the fences, big and gay With his blue silk scarf from the farmer’s wife And his fancy patchwork jacket, he had a good life He wore a fashionable rip in one leg...

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JUSTICE DEPARTMENT MEDICAL RELEASE MEDICATION LIST MEDICAL CARE FOR A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE INFORMANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION PTSD RESULTING FROM WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI MEDICATION KLONOPIN BUSPRIONE LEXAPRO 20 MG FOR SEVERE ANXIETY DISORDER 10 MG AT NIGHT I SUFFER SEVERE PANIC ATTACKS RESULTING FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR...

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I wish I could plug A flash drive in your ear. I would wipe clean the worries Hidden deep inside there. I know they've been hiding In camouflaged space. Your very own virus firmly in place. Spreading infection Every which way. Squeezing the happy Right out of the way. It's time to recover, Diminish your pain. Pick up your tools. Reclaim your domain. Before long, I promise, With daily scans, You'll reboot and...

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*"A weight that grows roots in the marrow, where light, though called, will not tread. Doctors offer keys of rust and glass, each turning in a lockless door. It is the echo of remedies past, the hollow sound of hope unfound, where the mind is both prisoner and warden, whispering a cure that never comes."*...

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conflicting concepts invade my well-being, making it harder and harder to think. the number on the scale, thoughts about wondering if I am pretty or ugly, one or the other has to be a lie. finding out if I deserve to live or deserve to die, causing me to wonder why. why do I have...

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I watched you walk away that night Then later had a dream We were sitting in a sauna Wearing robes while enshrouded in steam Then one thing led to another And soon it all quickly progressed 'Til we were only left standing enshrouded I think you can figure the rest ...

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The strange caricature reminds me of your odd face, The twinkling roar clings to your tiny lace. The way you want to lean on my race, The sacred passion gives me a new space. The only path I have seen, One and only desire you could have been, One and only proportion you own for the time being, I am no one...

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Radiation lobby, filled with unspoken sense. I see a community of fighters and partners. The partners are the curious who know. They sit using books as blinders, or sitting watching others. They are family waiting. The fighters are strugglers, arriving with smiles or stone faces. They are: slow walkers fast walkers chair riders cane holders, or with chemo caps, or cancer wigs. Travelers funneling through a journey of hope. Given by greeters and nurses. Cancers...

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A young Koala named Joey had an upset stomach ohwie. She fed him poop soup, a poothie to boot. Now he is handsome and showy! ...

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grandson sleeps on couch, wrapped up like a tortilla - ...

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The cruel Prince Basil sat in his castle Weaving a wonderful web of lies Making offers to share his coffers Taking everyone there by surprise Hopeful gals and guys with stars in their eyes Were expecting to be well rewarded Now they would know he would never let go Of all the gold and jewels that he hoarded When refusing to pay day...

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Go, transcend limit Sacrifice, push for good life, Happy end commit....

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Treat trash as it deserves with dexterity and cleanness with the nobility of those who served us... Trash is also rich in recycling done well... Don't treat it worthless trash don't be sloppy verbose Waste can and should be reused there is something luxurious in trash....!...

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My insecurities, taunting me With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs Stirring up doubt inside, where I hide all the loose ends, the frailties Little uncertainties, haunting me With the assumptions, the assurance I’m not good enough, never Good enough – wise enough, Kind enough – bright enough Never will be sure enough Can’t imagine being pure enough No, I know I’ll...

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