Marketed As Good Business Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Denials cost a fortune.
A policy grasped...
Although uninsured.

And yet...
If truth was the catalyst for happiness,
Few would be popping pills...
To numb the realities of their existence.

We depend on conflict,
To endorse adopted grief.

If we were pleased with ourselves...
There would be no need to medicate.

And an entire industry based on health solutions,
Formulated on lies and alibis...
Hosted by delusions and experiments,
Would have to develop another way
To patiently doctor itself...
By treating causes and not the affects of excuses!

Self abuse is marketed as good business.
Leaving so many overworked,
Trying to find acceptable remedies and cures.

And correctness endured,
Is too painful a proposition to introduce...
To those seduced by complaints!
Raising prescribed drug use rates.