Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Dear Doctor - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Do you know why I know Valentines day?
I got fired on that very day.
I was sick going to docs.
Telling them, look folks,
Why don't you write my pill?
Give your patients a chill pill,
Three times expensive than what's there,
Same molecule, same fare,
The difference is in its name, its package, and, my pretty face,
Look at me am I not a doll to grace!
Write its name on your prescriptions,
Give it a shot, to hell with your patients,
As it is the sorry sods have no say
They will gulp happily what you may
Lets make money
Honey is the hot bunny
If you want to go humpy
Bang cock is not funny.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Why I lost interest in selling pharmaceuticals.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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