Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Rx


Penning Latin prescriptions
Is an out of date tradition
But Docs enjoy their clubby esoterics

This Latin flair escalates their fees
To patients it’s proof of expertise
And there isn’t any flair to drug generics

Generics cost the patients less
Cause them less financial stress
Prescriptive English should replace the Roma

But docs and druggists in cahoots
Profit from their drugging loots
They leave us with a not so nice aroma

The Hippocratic oath you’d think
Would keep the patients more in the pink
Cross country from Frisco to Manhattan

But ego and their money quests
Will keep them from generic bests
Prescriptions will be written still in Latin

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2008

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  • Ernestine Northover (2/23/2008 6:47:00 AM)

    Impressions are still so important to the 'learned' folks. Trouble is when I go to renew my prescription I can't remember how to spell the retched medicines. They are such weird spellings.
    Well penned.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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