What Ails YouA 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 ClarkReviews
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1 Review Added on October 25, 2021 Last Updated on October 25, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI'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..Writing
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