Doctor, doctor
I feel melancholy.
Incessant imperative of money
is feeling like a burden too heavy.
The doctor asked questions,
said a few things,
and
wrote the prescription:
Diagnosis:
Helminthic cerebral infection
with Ethics and Morality
Rx:
Anti-helminthic: Mebendazole OD
Purgative: bedtime
Review: every week.
The invoice arrived
for a thousand pounds:
Listening: £200
Speaking: £300
Diagnosis: £300
Prescription: £200
He is a patient no more,
completely cured
into a perfectly agreeable,
bribeable
public servant.
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 4th, 2026 09:03
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Comments3
nicely done
Thanks a lot 🤣
😂He pared life down to its essentials - gotta eat... A well balanced moral tale I thoroughly enjoyed.
A shameful admission - I used to be called Smarty Pants a long time back. After many mornings and nights, though I have turned grey my love for satire doesn't seem to wane. A big thanks for the read. Deeply appreciate your visit and support 🙏
Was worth the read.
This is most interesting and a method I have used. It is a viable treatment for various patients with various symptoms that are under their control should they wish to use it. Verify that the patient is honest first then play up the cure and get them to commit (PT Barnum would be helpful) The first time the symptom occurs it cost them only a penny the next two cents and doubling each time they are to bring the money with them for the therapist next visit.
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