They'd badgered him, the family, <br />to go and have the tests, since, after all, <br />one needed to take all that modern medicine <br />and science had to offer to prevent, <br />prolong, improve and otherwise enhance <br />the human misery into something much more serene. <br /> <br />The'd taken at the firehouse his pulse, <br />and measured how much pressure it did make, <br />'this little heart of his, at rest and on the mill. <br />Sinister faces then prescribed the wonder pill, <br />it's what he needed to survive, thanks to his God. <br />It was, needless to say, the God of Modern Medicine, <br />which had its sticky fingers in a thousand pies, <br />'you'll take this pill, but twice a day for life, <br />it is called Lipitor and it will save your hide.' <br /> <br />Now this small pill will change the rules, at that, <br />of your physiology, it will prevent the synthesis <br />of much cholesterol through clever trickery, <br />while curing nothing and suppressing what <br />is sorely needed for the heart and every cell. <br /> <br />Let's kill you softly, says the ghost from Pharmaland, <br />it's of extreme importance that you put your trust <br />into the ways of modern man, and when it dawns <br />upon your mind that there is love, you will, of course, <br />take in the meaning of the Guv's most famous words: <br />It is the elderly who have a need to die.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-duty-now-to-die/
