The Complacent Patient, An Original Poem By JTR Franklin

Sure doctor, I can wait longer.

I’ve only waited an hour more than my scheduled appointment. All I need is some ointment. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Gain weight you say?

Sure thing doc, more ice cream for me. Last check up you wanted me to get skinny. I don’t know what happened between then and today.

Sure doc, I need a flu shot.

Plus injections for other ailments I’ve never heard. I’m so fortunate to not be sick and still be cured. You’re so kind to prevent me from everything that I haven’t got.

Okay doc, gimmie some pills.

I don’t feel depressed, but you know best. This monthly prescription will only slightly increase my expensive health insurance bills.

Sure doc, I can wait for my transplant.

It’s my fault I’m not rich, can’t cut in line. Like the ones who can afford private jets and antique wine. I’ll try to stay strong and existent.

Um sure doc, there is nothing more you can do.

I’m sure you did your best. We will pull the plug and I’ll be off to peace and rest. For all you did doc, I just want to say thank yo-