'Oh Doctor, Doctor, do something, <br />you said the test was bad. <br />I felt terrific, like a king, <br />you asked me if I had <br />been tested for obscure conditions, <br />from dandruff to old bones. <br />When I declined you made decisions <br />and talked in serious tones. <br />So here I am, I paid the nurse <br />for all the tests and scans. <br />I hope you can prevent the hearse <br />from getting me or Stan.' <br /> <br />'We've led a life of moderation <br />and never smoked or drank. <br />Would God show us consideration <br />or what, please Doc, be frank. <br />You say gray hair and cracking nails, <br />and Stan is hard of hearing. <br />So, does this mean the system fails? <br />What is it you are fearing? ' <br /> <br />'And did you know that our son <br />works for Big Pharma now? <br />He likes his job and says it's fun <br />and then he tells us how <br />he bribes the doctors every day, <br />so they will do more testing, <br />and write prescriptions so they may <br />do maximum investing.' <br /> <br />'But no offense, we know that you <br />ain't one of those who take <br />the last ten cents like others do, <br />we know you aren't a fake. <br />So we go home and put a plate <br />on our kitchen table. <br />And take, before it is too late <br />our pills. And we are able <br />to come back as you say next week <br />for further exploration. <br />It's good to know that you do seek <br />before your Rome vacation, <br />the very best for Stan and me <br />with forty-seven pills, <br />to keep us healthy, strong and free <br />and fix all our ills.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-honest-doctor/
