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33 CONSULTATION I do not know any doctor, So I sit and sit watching As the rich bypass me into consultation, As powerful people in town With banknote-walled palms and pockets Shamelessly greet me waiting in line With the rest of the scum of our society, So they think, and go into consultation. Dr. Braggart Arrogance sees Nothing wrong with this. Why waste His academic time with me? What can I offer him from povertyville? At last, with hours having come and gone, I stagger in bushed, hungry, and dazed. The doctor perseveres through my Exhausted consultation but touches not. He prescribes like a god caring less About the cost of his choices, even when Cheaper versions exist. To hurry me out, up he stands, Slings his stethoscope about his neck learnedly, About his shoulders, his lab coat. I rush out as god emerges for rounds, A rich smile now on his once sour face. These our doctors …. ...

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