These so called doctors
Like to judge & prod & poke.
They lack compassion.
In the modern, Western world,
They are perceived as
Noble, enlightened,
Yet very rich. Some
See them as social climbers.
I tend to agree.
Clearly, they have to offer
Advice & prescribe
Medicines & arrange for
Treatment. Yet why do
I sense that they are on some
Power trip? O their
Bedside manner is simply
Appalling! O I
Would rather live in Cuba!
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