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Slava Olchevski

Rookie (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

To Medical Establishment


I have, finally, died the day before yesterday
They already closed my medical case
My body rests six feet underground
My soul is lost between time and space

I believed my doctor almost religiously
Got all the modern prescription pills
And then, my body succumbed to cancer
And to a bunch of other minor ills

I was so naïve, like American natives
I trusted in goodness of human being
I failed to discover the profit incentive
Forgot not to take what Danaos bring

Next time when you come to a medical office
You may get a whiff of my rotten flesh
From beyond the grave I am visiting doctors
This time, free of charge, since I have no cash.

Submitted: Sunday, January 22, 2012
Edited: Monday, January 23, 2012

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  • Rookie - 10 Points C. Cruz (1/22/2012 7:53:00 PM)

    Slava, you are a nice discovery. You seem to capture thoughts not quite domesticated.

    I disagree about the naiveté of the American Indian since their culture and warriors were so strong but against an invading force of so many nations and technical advances they were, in part, defenseless. (Report) Reply

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