The sonnet sequence, "My Human Disguise," of 600 ekphrastic poems, was begun February 2011 and completed January 15, 2022. It can be found beginning with the January 20, 2022 post and working backwards. Going forward are 20 poems called "Terzata," beginning on January 27, 2022. Thirty more Terzata can be found among the links on the right. A new series of dramatic monologues follows on the blog roll, followed by a series of formal poems, each based on a single word.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
The Bad Doctors (James Ensor)
#128
Three Scrips for Bad Doctors
Mr. Ill was given a potent pill
(And a bill), and though it didn't quite kill
Him, it induced the drafting of his will.
Doc Diploma diagnosed lymphoma
Upon sniffing whiffs of Ill's aroma.
Dr. Pain declared the patient insane:
"Shock therapy will teach him to complain!"
We assume eight years of school and residency
Is rich justification for complacency.
We trust there's nothing more to learn after all that.
Give those you can't diagnose a scrip, a kindly pat.
Has it occurred to you to do more research, stat?
The doctors (and a butcher) have almost killed the tapeworm.
Death stands by to assist physicians, the most welcome germ.
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