The masses do take Lipitor,
that pill is simply hot.
I ask you what they ship it for
a saviour it's not.
It makes the Pharma Gangsters rich
and drives the body into crisis
until one day, a nagging itch
rings in the Rhabdomyolysis.
Yet here we sit on our fat asses
and wear our stethoscope,
committing murder of the masses
as mankind's greatest hope.
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It is so scary the medicines that are distributed without people really having any knowledge of how dangerous they may be. Mary