I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I may muster.
The man on the corner, he’s a low-rent ghost,
Selling poison in plastic, a grim-faced host.
He’s got one product, one ladder to hell,
He doesn't have options, just a story to sell.
He’s a predator, sure, but he’s honest in dirt;
He never promised to heal where he meant to hurt.
But step through the glass where the air smells of pine,
Where the carpet is plush and the degrees are fine.
There’s a man in a coat with a gold-plated pen,
The head of a cartel that kills now and then.
He’s got the cure locked in a heavy steel drawer,
But there’s no residual income in "sick no more."
The ledger demands a perpetual ache,
A "maintenance" rhythm for the profit’s sake.
See, the street dealer's limited; his bag is just small,
But the doctor has access to the heights of it all.
He could give you the light, he could mend up the bone,
But he’s paid by the masters on a corporate throne.
The "Official Cartels" sign the checks and the laws,
Hiding the remedy inside a lion’s jaws.
If it works in a week, then the billing cycle dies.
If it fixes the soul, then the stock doesn't rise.
So they outlaw the plant and they bury the seed,
Replacing the harvest with a chemical greed.
They want you compliant, a slow-burning flame,
A lifetime of symptoms with a brand-new name.
They’ve commodified breath, they’ve patented pain,
Wringing the blood for a decimal gain.
The dealer on the corner? He’s just a small fry,
Compared to the suit watching "customers" die.
One sells you death in a desperate rush,
The other sells "management" in a velvet-lined hush.
Welcome to the ruins, the land of the fleeced,
Where the healer is simply the ghost of the beast.
God bless the profit, the pills, and the price;
In the Mismanaged States, you’re the sacrifice.
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Rev. Lord C.M.Bechard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Welcome to the FDA approved mismanaged healthcare of America. Who would have thought it would be worse than Canada's failed healthcare system that kills more than it helps.....🤔🤦🏼♂️👎🏼👎🏼👎🏼
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Having worked with doctors and seen the pharmaceutical reps heard the deals made, eaten their sandwiches and dinners, the paid lectures in exotic places to doctors and their families that sell the most, changing patients medications that work for the newly fabricated with higher profit margins I not only believe it but understand why a perfectly good medicine that has reached its patent end is discontinued. Members of the FDA are not supposed to hold stock in pharmaceutical companies that they rule on but there is nothing about their families of friends holding stock. A fave and a message that needs to reach more ears.
Thank you. It really does need to reach more ears. I too, have seen and heard about those wonderful kick downs and prizes that most doctors fully embrace. And the few that actually do their jobs correctly are in the middle of retiring, and will only see you twice a year, if that. Doesn't matter how much you need them. They aren't the doctors of fifteen years ago. Or even twenty years ago. Right now I'm suffering physically because of their mismanagement. All they have to do is their jobs, but that doesn't line their wallets or secure their greedy futures. So, no matter what, I will continue to suffer because it's more profitable this way. Tell you what isn't profitable: when I do old fashioned doctor visits at their own homes, in the middle of the night. Which if the rumors are true, I have done at least five in the last seven years. No matter how many come up to ask Me, I will always deny ever doing.
It is sad that doctors of today were told when they went to school they would make lots of money, well times changed and by the time they paid off their school loans they are in their forties and angry working for some PPO and when they go into private practice they are competing against them paying high malpractice insurance and office overhead having no training in office management many go back to working for clinics or hospitals making a fraction of what they planed. I know some that have changed professions and become stock brokers or investment analysts and are much happier. There are plenty of greedy doctors but I fault the system that sets false expectations and funnels the money to pharmaceutical companies, and insurance companies. Government is not particularly good at managing such issues but I believe it would be better than the present system in the United States.
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