I woke up this morning,

Not feeling my best,

I ran to the doctor,

And said run some tests.

He said,”We can’t account for,

The way that you feel,

But let me write you a prescription,

And send you a bill.”

The best I can figure,

And my thoughts here fall flat,

It could be this,

But it could also be that.

Here, drink this,

And take these small pills,

And we’ll check again later,

If you’re living still.

It boggles my mind,

And it drives me to tears,

To think that our species,

Has survived all these years.

And we still have no clue,

What’s good for our kind,

Or how to treat maladies,

Of body and mind.

Oh sure, some advancements,

In prevention we’ve made,

They’ve helped us live longer,

So our bills can be paid.

But it strikes me as odd,

That no one can say,

What should I eat,

And how often each day.

They’ll opine and they’ll argue,

And openly fuss,

They’ll tell you they know,

Then they’ll change that on us.

How in the hell,

Did we reach this impasse,

After all of our time, here on this earth,

All we can say is, Oh well, alas.

My cows they have instincts,

My horses do too,

Every animal I know,

Knows better than I or you.

What happened to us?

Is it a capitalist scheme?

That we all should be ignorant,

Of what we each need.

I don’t know the answer,

I sure which that I did,

So I return to the bottle,

With the tamper proof lid.