Hdl As The Cure Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A doc while bored found that he could
abort disaster (as he should) ,
in cardiac and other crises
(I'm not discussing thrombolysis) ,
he simply found, while eating blubber
(preferring it to trans fat rubber) ,
that HDL, well known to all
could keep catastrophies quite small,
in fact he used it to prevent
not only open heart and stent
but natural progression (yes!)
of illness set to make a mess
inside a body's work arena,
perhaps a socialist hyena?

Well, I digress, he figured that,
since LDL is one big rat,
he'd ask the liver to refrain
from sending it, by sub or train,
through vessels as demands required
and even though, the work's inspired,
he ascertained that the big crew
that mops cholesterol for you
and me and all the human souls,
while cognizant of all its roles,
would be in line for extra pay
if they would cart the stuff away.

He was related to a doc
who owned in CR-P his stock,
thus it is really no surprise
that he established close-knit ties
with fast food shops, and Starbuck's too
they'd market HDL, a brew
that looked like fatty soup of sorts
but sold like donuts (say reports)
and healed the bodies so they'd be
not only healthy but quite free
to be consumers of fast food
and really cultivate the mood
to listen to the moneychangers
(but not to democrats and strangers) .
They'd happily sip HDL
and eat their Crestor pills as well.

The future, let it now be said
is known to none but Mister Ed,
so trust not man to be your source,
just watch the muzzle of a horse.