SEPTICAEMIA

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Sarcastic, facetious and downright vicious lyrics, satire, parody and irreverent comment, tosh, twaddle and opinionated verbiage from the townships of East Sussex by artistic layabout Colin Bailey

SARCASTIC, FACETIOUS AND VICIOUS LYRICS, SATIRE, PARODY AND IRREVERENT COMMENT, TOSH, TWADDLE AND OPINIONATED VERBIAGE FROM THE TOWNSHIPS OF EAST SUSSEX BY ARTISTIC LAYABOUT COLIN BAILEY

SEPTICAEMIA

Septicaemia last September now seems simple so they say

And arthritis might as well be something they’re sure to cure some day

But with each small step, each leap of science

with each new drug and hi-tech appliance

Comes a cost to take your breath away

The chaps in charge who know best

Who decide or not where they invest

Think now that the NHS is too expensive

And suggest something; radical and extensive

So lets take a step back to the future

With every small stitch and simple suture

To find a solution sure to suit your pocket

Lets row that boat, let’s rock it!

Give us something great, give us something super

Lets sell the whole damn lot off to Bupa

Add hospital and hospitality

Gourmet meals, designer saunas

balance sheets cut hospital corners

cut the crap and face fatality

Who the hell said health should be free?

No need then to say sorry for some poor sod stuck on a trolley

End the heartache and the folly…now

Lets just cull the sacred cow.

It won’t matter how long you stay

As long as you are made to pay

For every bandaid and small blue pill

Don’t even think of getting ill!

So write that cheque, make it payable

And you’ll be on that operating table

Just as soon as funds become available

The waiting lists are never full!

And whatever medicine can discover

And your insurance can cover

Your bound to recover… soon

Let’s just leave the poor in the waiting room!