A Doctor's Supplication
for the umpteenth time I seek your grace
since that day you saved my soul
i apologise for the years of silence
it was inevitable-patients came in droves
i never pray for a mortal''s harm
though i need scores more patients
not for my purse to swell and explode
but for practice to improve my skills
why should i behold a jury's sneer
or be intimidated by outrageous wigs
or part with my labour's wages
for ungrateful patients with vengeful souls
deliver them from ignorance
who subject drugs to cruel abuse
but let them learn with slight infirmities
so they will surely come to me
help my flustred ribs to see
that i loathe treading in sacred groves
but it is a necessary and inevitable pleasure
that rescues many a patient from that endless abyss
Lord i swear i am your faithful son
church is great, but it clashes with call
tithe will come after a new car
and Lord, a poor patient refuses to pay
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