To Medical Establishment
Where is Hippocrates when you need one?
I have, finally, died the day before yesterdayThey already closed my medical caseMy body rests six feet undergroundMy soul is lost between time and space
I believed my doctor almost religiouslyGot all the modern prescription pillsAnd then, my body succumbed to cancerAnd to a bunch of other minor ills
I was so naïve, like American nativesI trusted in goodness of human beingI failed to discover the profit incentiveForgot not to take what Danaos bring
Next time when you come to a medical officeYou may get a whiff of my rotten fleshFrom beyond the grave I am visiting doctorsThis time, free of charge, since I have no cash.