UNCLEAN.
Sometimes you're angry, sometimes quite mean.
Oft thought so dirty, but really quite clean.
A life interrupted, even corrupted
Set athwart, put apart,or so it can seem.
Needles and blood haunt this place,
Another old enemy with a medical face.
Endless nights spent in decline
Befriended by fear and reproached with repine.
A Consultants nightmare-economies and guile
A hopeless case, you're a stat in a file.
Smile with consensus-but knee jerked with fear
Just like your nightmares, I too am near.
Twas once our own friend
Those days seem to end
A drug companies plaything
A system shall bend.
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BY ANDREW IAN DAVIES.