Gone Without The Cash Poem by George Samuel

Not of men to give,
Life is when a doctor dies;
We trash our medicine,
Incriminate their bodies;
And scatter the ashes at funeral inn's.

In their prescriptions, no breath,
Only substance abuse, no air!
Another doctor down with overdose,
Crashes our hopes,
We move without the ropes.

Their operation is 50/50,
An eye for an eye, best at 60's;
Know when you face the knife,
Life is when a doctor suffers grief!
And forgets his medicine.

Life is when a doctor looks good,
Because the pay is good..
And the emergency must cash out,
But Life is when a doctor is buried!
Six feet without the cash.