Death Prediction Of A Scholar

I predict here today that a man known to all, who was cut, as they say, will in 18 months fall. They repair what ain't broke for the money I guess, if you don't want a stroke come and let me no less cut your heart that was faulty and demand lots of dough, tell you that no more salty food be part of your show. Then they let you take Zocor because it lowers your risk, and if you should say 'no more' they suggest a quick, brisk walk through streets of pollution where the bums live and die, and you see no solution and you ask yourself why. Is the will of the powers really geared to be kind, as his mood slowly sours he can see that the blind and the deaf and the cripples and the 'plegics in chairs cannot make those big ripples to alert those upstairs. And he sees that there is no distinction between those poor devils and his operation that keen wealthy surgeons had laid on his gullible mind, and he felt truly preyed on as he left them behind. He returned to the clinic and demanded to see the head doctor, a cynic as a doctor could be. And he reached in his pocket to take out his pills, threw them like a small rocket and yelled 'treating my ills is a task you ain't up to and I trust you no longer, if I don't come to club you it's because I felt stronger until you and your minions got your greedy hands on me Stick your bloody opinions up you know where, don't con me! ' And the clinic staff grinned, and they grunted and danced. Yes, they knew they had sinned and thus subtly advanced the condition they treated, and that needed no care with the patient defeated they returned to the glare of the theatre lights, to administer more science to those devils whose rights had been stripped in defiance of the laws of the land. And the morals of all with your head in the sand you won't see them all fall. Then his wife who will run for a very high goal told him 'now that it's done you can take up the role to tell others about how the doctors today have considerable clout and deserve a Hooray.' But the man, who was smart had already decided, that in modern day art one's decisions be guided by a look at the motive behind doctors' big plans, for THEM locomotive for YOU a big chance. And the fortune he'd paid would not buy him two days 'cause his deathbed was made by their sinister ways.