Color of Turn

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    Color of Turn

    Medicine; Science discipline
    I care not a fig.
    Double crossed by life
    That also cares not one way
    Or any other.
    White Coats.
    White of all colors to choose as uniform for
    Such a dirty occupation.
    Me thinks not profession.
    Perhaps once upon a time.
    Time I barely remember
    When a sweet sucker was reward
    For a visit to the white coated man.
    Visit; Far too polite if you ask me.
    Appointment; Too civilized for
    The goings on with those white coats.
    White Coats' mouth is moving.
    I see this. I'm not blind.
    Only deaf.
    Denial deaf.
    White Coats words fling me into Nether
    With no sucker.
    Turn Coat really.
    What color is turn?

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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