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.the Illness Industry

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'I got to the Doctor's office, ' Scarlett said,
'and
THE FREAKIN' PLACE WAS CLOSED FOR THE NEXT FIVE DAYS! ! '

Green couches match the fragrant plants,
fresh carpeting & Prevention magazines whisper
'professional', check boxes while-you-wait,

try & remember every mom & dad malady, sibling
symptoms, & how many cups of coffee & donuts &

French fries...
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Mark Nwagwu 23 July 2008

This takes me all over the place EXACTLY what I go through going to see a doctor, or seeing doctor, or just going to the pharmacy - it's all a whirl, fear, sweat, not much happening really and nothing happens in the end. And I can go home with Helen and continue living in her liquid eyes where there's life and peace. I liked your poem a lot, Chris; it is fast paced, or is it heart paced made not to take you to a doc.

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Nimal Dunuhinga 25 December 2009

Nothing but truth on the spot!

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Emancipation Planz 27 July 2008

cjm... this one will always hold a special place for me (sic) .. aroha xx

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Ted Sheridan 26 July 2008

And they want Universal Health Neglect now.

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Sue Ann Simar 25 July 2008

ends on a Rhett-orical note-! Fun to read and frightening that it is so true as anyone caught in the healthcare whirl will know.

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Chris or Cretan - I swear they hold us in disdain for even going to them in the first place. You got to admit they've got a point. I found your deliberate contrast of opinions to be awakening, between what we are fed to believe and the unsavory truth...there is very little care in American medicine! ! !

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