The Dental Paradox

There is a paradox of interest to me

That goes by the name of the dental paradox

It involves the dentist

As well as me, myself, and I

Of which me is the one that hates him

Myself the one that fears him

And I, the one between the two

It is a weird dilemma

And there are mixed signals

When a dentist promises you candies and sweets

While he fixes your teeth

Why not promise me delicious food that won’t harm me?

For the pharma industry acquires pennies simultaneously

So they fix and give candy, as promised

But just as a widowed mother of four

With children all grown and away

They will want to see you again

How misinformed you all are

I pity the ones who take it

The Hippocratical Oath

For some don’t know the truth

And believe their acts are for the greater good

How evil you are Pharma

For you take advantage of doctors and the public penny

I would like to know

When will it all be enough?

When will it suffice?

Years and years of false doctoral educations

When there are easier alternatives to medicine

And more effective ones

And in the end,

What will you do, Pharma, when the truth is finally out?

Hold on tight to what you have

For once Truth meets World,

There will be nothing but Shame as a loyal friend

To highlight your concealed pharmaceutical crimes.