Medicine

A poem about hypocrisy

My friend bought me a Japanese watch The friend who’s always late, And the doctor says I should keep a food diary He’s a hundred pounds overweight.

The broker insists I should buy more stock He doesn’t hold any himself, My colleagues keep asking me for cash And they talk about the evils of wealth.

Maybe I should sever ties Or point the finger back, I’m sick of turning the other cheek Both are blue and black.

The dealer is hawking Fluoxetine He swears they cure depression, But I’ve seen the bruises on his neck The rope made quite an impression.

My wife thinks I’m ungrateful I don’t listen and I’m rude, She never hears a word I say When I cook she doesn’t like the food.

Tomorrow you will have my mind I don’t do it for my health Whatever you say is the best medicine Try it for yourself.