Poem: A Delicious Way to Die

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A Delicious Way to Die

Bottles.
Pills.
Something for everyone,
and yet
too often
we choose poison
over medicine,
sure we are better doctors
than the wise men
who surround us.
“Evidence be damned” we cry
as we swallow
the very things
that kill us most effectively.

About this poem

Could be medicines, or emotional care, or faith, or politics.

No, you don’t need to choose one.

Tom

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