Treating The System
by cricketjeff on April 10, 2018. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A doctor who’s paid when you’re ill
Is certain to sell you a pill
No treatment, no money,
He won’t find that funny
Cause you won’t be paying his bill.
And sliding towards a “good death”
With smiles as you draw you last breath
Those doctors will say,
As you don’t have to pay,
“It’s a tragedy worse than Macbeth.”
A doctor who’s paid when your well
Has a much sweeter story to tell
You’re happy – he’s happy
A satisfied chappie
The argument’s sound as a bell.
Don’t pay when they’ve got it all wrong
Give rewards when your life is on song!
Author notes
I was talking, as one does, to a friend and moaning, as one does, about life,
the universe and everything. Then, as one does, we put the world to rights.
And I condensed it into a Limerick Sonnet
English