Dying For A Cure

It all started with the doctor
His wife, his son, his proctor

Ruthlessness and bewilderment bestowed
All for a fellow, down out and low

Pain in his sinus
Fuelled by commercial impetus

The auctioning of his soul
Such a privative show

The parade of professionals
The gag, the deceit, the intentions

The procurer of pills tirade
Living on captured prey

The smell of grass entered
The sympathetic kind

Tests were re-visited
The mambo's left in such disarray

Mania, psychoses and depression
Now at the centre of rejection

The misdiagnosed fellow
Infact had a urinary tract infection..!

by Nikita Anderson

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You have an interesting penchant for dig at the social evils. Very well penned. CP