Placebo

Though doctors listen to your heart,

Romantics they are not;

Like vampires they will take your blood,

They may take all you’ve got.

Your sickness will sustain them

For without it they would be

Both unemployed and on the streets -

I’m sure you would agree.

There’s nowhere you’re more likely

To get ill than in a bed

That’s surrounded by the sickly

Who are often halfway dead.

Please be fearful of their vaccines,

For you see, they’re just a trick:

They stick them in the healthy

Who then become quite sick.

Their X-rays see into your soul

And riddle you with cancers,

And if you ask them why

They won’t give you any answers.

You can trust me on these facts

But just to put your minds at ease

I’ve far safer cures and treatments:

Homeopathic remedies.

A little pill of sugar

And you’ll be as good as new.

Now doesn’t that sound sweet,

And they’re on sale - it’s three for two!