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Treaty Talks




Treaty Talks

 





Mephistopheles stands bemused,
A potion in his hand.
The President has a bomb
in the Oval Room.
Dr Faustus, Dr Einstein
bought the power,
Only the coat has changed.

In the clinic they all dress
in such neat, white clothes:
Not a germ to be seen
It all looks so clean!
And the doctors say
(In a few more years)
that they'll find a cure.






Author notes

Plus que ca change, plus que c'est la meme chose
Written August 31st, 2006

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  • Revwilliamfoos
    September 20, 2006
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    cures mean a loss of money so there will always be something worse to get cured great write
    love the papa


  • lake of dremas
    September 11, 2006
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    so strong.. keep writing the good work, you are so talented


  • September 1, 2006
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    oui, c'est la meme chose... I liked this thought provoking poem. "they" are always finding something new in a few years. I don't think "they" really want to because sick people make the pharmaceutical companies too much money for them to want to cure them...


  • chills gold member
    September 1, 2006
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    Not sure that doctors can find a cure for what ails the world. This reminded me of 'Russians' by Sting - not really sure why... xx debs