A Guessing One-Sided Game everyone Generalized The Same Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

They have no clue, about you your past, or what,
You do, although, in a one-minute talk, they can,
Scribble notes, a permanent record, unchangeable,
Follows you. Practicing Physicians are whom we call,
Doctors today, many times just guessing, what's wrong,
Then judging by your looks, words, and insurance, if they,
Want to help, or chase you on your way.
Interesting, even bottled water, has an ingredient label,
Those prescriptions, from the pharmacy, none no clue,
Of long-term effects, they can cause in future days.
The quickest way, for your body to feel bad stop everything,
That you always enjoyed, the first thing a doctor tells you to, Stop your daily beer and cigar, your enjoyment, for years, so you feel bad worried about yourself, living in fear,
So, then you go to the doctor more often, you're an experiment, Drug dealers, and pushers work together,
Mixing chemicals in you, they're in business for the cash,
Not responsible, for what happens, it's your body, that had,
A reaction from the medicine, for a rash.
The final recommendations, come from people uneducated,
In the medical field, the politicians, rule the doctors,
If the medicine is helping you, and a few abuse it, or a company, is making too much profit, they take it away, you suffer, they don't care what happens to you. The
Bottom line, controlling people, in the end, guess what,
We will all die, we do not get a choice, what to ingest,
Everyone is not allowed to feel good, while alive.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 8/31/2022 AD
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