The health profession should be immune
But I’m here to say it’s not
They’ll take until we’re facing ruin
In exchange for a comfy cot.
They’ll keep you fed and medicated
And while you’re happy and stillĀ sedated
They’ll think of ways to keep you there
Until they’ve been overly compensated.
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The Golden Years?
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