Some Doctors Are Rubbish Poem by jasmine maddock

The white coated sugary sickening bilge merchant sweeps his pill
Pushing doctor ideas and made up reality from reference book
Likes to fool the stupid people that small white things cure ill
Only I know the cunning devices to dupe the group with medic muck
Sitting behind their important desks piled high with important photos
Of smiling family pre-brushed and scrubbed; acceptable values gilded
Books not quite lying flat, all thumbed and handled with corpse hand
Hands that do dead body rummage, all in the name of advancing ahead
They look incredulous at every single visit from people with double vision
Triple liar tellers, that's the patients; we go to keep them in their jobs
We could not be really ailing, wailing in pain with an aching brain; fobs
Us off with reassurances and misdiagnosis, a stupid prognosis (cut that
incision!)

Hippocratic Oath takers, autocratic king makers, on a tablet throne
They type in their computers for diagnosis, is it neurosis or a wonky bone?
Peering at poorly ringworm sufferers and leering at a naked autopsy
Graduating with pride and things they've tried on the eyes of a bull
We are lumps of meat, another nuisance case for the case carrying lot
Who jot incomprehensible gibberish and prescribe worsening drugs
Some make your stomach implode, boils growed and others cause vomit
Coming out of your innards like a sick carrying comet
All wear manky dull green hospital-sheet like clothes and short
Hair swept to the sides, glasses and skin pasty egg fried
Arrogant, opinionated, textbook totalitarian, anti vegetarian vile
Think that illness is straightforward, all sick or not, piles and bile.