Cholesterol - Friend Or Foe? - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Raynette did ask about the stuff
it's called CHOLESTEROL,
we seldom really get enough
all else is hyperbole.
The people with the highest score
they live by far the longest
and at the risk that I will bore
those who believe the strongest
that this strange waxy substance would
do damage to ourselves
but ask yourself just why it should,
read books on lofty shelves.
The theory was one big horse,
the biggest of them all
it died a death without remorse
the lie was just too tall.
The reason that they flog it still
is due to simple greed,
as doctors their prescriptions fill
to help the ones in need,
they know, of course, that Lipitor
brings in great tons of dough
its mother is a Pharma Whore
that's what you ought to know.
So eat, to your own heart's content
your butter, eggs, fat meat
don't let them scare you with a stent
or what befell old Pete.
What makes the people's hearts give out
is all the man-made junk,
ask me what this is all about
it's nothing less than bunk.
The arteries do not get plugged
by eating lard and eggs,
your average doctor simply shrugs
but lies do have short legs.
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