The Malpractice Of Science Poem by Paul Josef
The Malpractice Of Science
My surgeons have left me walking with wounds,
What quacks! What loons!
I had no ailment, no disease,
I assured them I was fine, but they ignored my pleas.
So, they proceeded to cut,
Slashing at my guts.
I'm bleeding and hurt and in front of their eyes.
Why are there no empathetic replies?
They must not have known the depth of their incisions,
Each one severing my religious erudition.
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