Rambling For Christmas Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

As we approach the holidays
our members think of novel ways
to spread the message far and wide
and be, for some, a trusted guide.

What seems so simple for us thincs
and can be proven by those links
seems foreign, even quite exotic
where statins do exert hypnotic
compelling and persuasive powers,
their sales remind of heavy showers
and few sit back to smell the roses
as greed has gotten up their noses.

It is permissible today
to shorten life, the time we stay -
through peer-reviewed, cold intervention
it matters not what the intention,
so welcome, guinea pigs and dills
we give you profitable pills.

And let me emphasise to all
you may be fat, or thin or tall
but rest assured you are not healthy
until the rest of us are wealthy.

Let us examine you today
and if you say you feel okay
it means you've not been scrutinised
and you will be (oh yes) surprised
we'll teach you of cholesterol
and make reduction your great goal.

So have a Christmas with the trimmings
and see your doctor re the slimmings,
just eat that margarine and soy
and drink low fat for Christmas joy.

And should you, may your God beware,
start thinking under all that hair
be careful and don't listen to
a member of that crazy crew
who hang around the man from Sweden
as if he had just left his Eden.

As Skrabanek has stated clearly
we pay so much, and suffer dearly
for having given our permission
and let them commandeer our vision.

Perhaps we will someday return
to sanity before we burn
the last of this humanity
to earn ourselves a noble fee.