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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
What Ails You

What Ails You

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

What ails you, dear Emmaline,
Is not Chagas' disease,
Or schistosomiasis,
Or leprosy, or acute necrosis,
Or typhus, or hypoplasia,
Or tetanus, or the mumps,
Or retinitis, or Pierson syndrome,
Or hereditary spastic paraplegia,
Or dysentery, or mercury poisoning,
Or glucagonoma,
Or rickets or plague or measles or pox,
Or congenital anything you have mentioned;
What ails you, poor invalid,
Is an overbaked brain,
Imagination gone amuck,
And too many doctors
Indulgently obliging,
Lending credence to fancies,
And racking up fees,
Who eagerly accept
Your insurance card.

© 2021 Wilyem Clark


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This truly is an American Horror Story. One that actually happens due to the amount of greed in our Healthcare system. Shame on us as a modern society for still allowing this to be a for profit industry. All the corrupt politicians are making millions from lobbyists for big pharmaceutical companies and Healthcare industry. While families lose their homes and everything they own trying to pay off medical expenses. We need reform in both our political system and Healthcare. No one should ever be profiting off keeping people sick. Shame on us if we allow this greed to continue.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on October 25, 2021
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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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