An Ailing Spider - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A spider suffering from arthritis
and fulminating balanitis,
had spun a net five metres wide.
If past experience is a guide
it should catch insects, mainly flies.
But few in science realise
that sickness brings for those in health
the opportunity for wealth.
Instead of being dumb and blind
they use their (only average) mind
and sell the spider many pills
to swallow and thus cure his ills.
The net is any spider's tool
to catch a fly or other fool.
The treatment of the spider's ills
with many profit-making pills
is not the work of predators
or Nature's own competitors.
It's offering you tainted honey
to keep you sick and take your money.
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