"Oh doctor, I have pain."
Fanon-like, wise doctor checked him up
Hands and feet, nose to eyes and the rest
"I am sick, oh doctor"
"Let me see."
The two were both busy
"Sickness is..." he recalled the lecture.
"Divide it to two parts; past and now."
"Here is pain killer; and this is for the rest."
"What is rest? "
"The past and future,
Like vaccine; prevents the repeat."
Each step that he took
In wording and action
Writing a prescription
Meant return to lecture
"Cure and prevent.
That is best."
Socrates we miss you
Passengers are patients in the ship we sit in,
Doctors are true sick(s)
Dialect has long died, in surface it exists
The caring captain had Hemlock; killed-died
Remaining are worm-leech leading us to the hell
Worm is the creature you cut head in turns two.
Sheepish blind are too many and so are vampires.
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