Saturday, April 9, 2016


I will die

of these arrogant bastard's


before my complaint takes me down

all of them talk like used car salesmen

(God forbid they give you full disclosure)

and their moron staff

forgetting to inform you of your next appointment

(don't even get me started on trying

to talk to your doctor rather than his assistant)

and your prognosis

and guess after a multitude of risk/benefits

poisons disguised as medicine

and I'm reminded how once I said I'd rather die in the street

than in a hospital...I may yet do so....

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