Some Doctors Are rubbish

SOME DOCTORS ARE RUBBISH

The white coated sugary sickening bilge merchant sweeps his pill
Pushing doctor ideas and made up reality from reference book
Likes to fool the stupid people that small white things cure ill
Only I know the cunning devices to dupe the group with medic muck

Sitting behind their important desks piled high with important
photos
Of smiling family pre-brushed and scrubbed; acceptable values
gilded
Books not quite lying flat, all thumbed and handled with corpse
hand
Hands that do dead body rummage, all in the name of advancing
ahead

They look incredulous at every single visit from people with double
vision
Triple liar tellers, that's the patients; we go to keep them in their
jobs
We could not be really ailing, wailing in pain with an aching brain;
fobs
Us off with reassurances and misdiagnosis, a stupid prognosis (cut that
incision!)

Hippocratic Oath takers, autocratic king makers, on a tablet
throne
They type in their computers for diagnosis, is it neurosis or a wonky
bone?
Peering at poorly ringworm sufferers and leering at a naked
autopsy
Graduating with pride and things they've tried on the eyes of a
bull

We are lumps of meat, another nuisance case for the case carrying
lot
Who jot incomprehensible gibberish on purpose and prescribe worsening
drugs
Some make your stomach implode, boils they growed and others cause
vomit
Coming out of your innards like a sick carrying comet

All wear manky dull green hospital-sheet like clothes and short
Hair swept to the sides, glasses and skin pasty egg fried
Arrogant, opinionated, textbook totalitarian, anti vegetarian
vile
Think that illness is straighforward, all sick or not, piles and
bile.