And disappointed by decisions.
Nothing in nature
Had been distressed like this.
Until progress came along,
To drive humanity into fits!
Employed to sustain confusion.
Correctness is best…
When it is confessed in protest.
And even then…
No one bets to win!
Better off arguing the high costs,
Of medical care and skyrocketing prescriptions!
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