Big Pharma

Big Pharma short poem

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They are money hungry actors
Greed has them all backwards
They get richer every time your back hurts
They are ruthless heartless bastards
So they disregard all the hazards

Gain money, power, and control is their mission
In hopes that you will listen
They use your family physician to make a decision
They see you as money it’s simple addition
They get paid as you slip into addiction
That’s a metaphorical incision

They are lying when they say they won’t harm ya
They will take your soul, completely disarm ya
As one of their victims this is a sensitive genre
Speaking from experience I wanted to alarm ya
Our nation is drowning in addiction
THANKS TO BIG PHARMA!!!

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