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The wilful demise of the British N.H.S!

 
By Stanley Collymore

Try getting an appointment,
however urgent that your
condition might be, with  
a doctor these days. Not  
a chance! And Covid-19 is the  
lame, dishonest and, at least,
disingenuous explanation
you will routinely hear.
A bloody lie of course,
since the patent and  
rigidly established  
commercially too  
and secretly also  
plan is honestly  
to crumble the  
NHS, and then
openly lie by
consultants  
all doctors  
and other
crucially  
urgently  
desired,
staffers

basically can't cope, since  
they're all of them quite  
literally in this rather  
devastating situation, now
created by all of this, and  
naturally submerged by  
pressing duties. Believe  
that lying rubbish and  
unsurprisingly you'll  
certainly believe, all
else you're likewise  
sadly, untruthfully  
and contemptibly  
wholly cynically  
directed, to then  
very charitably  
fully accept as  
the rightfully  
created plan.

By a bunch of unfeeling,
generally significantly  
privileged white, or  
fundamentally too
their sycophantic  
most shameless,
in full cahoots  
of their patently dodgy  
financial associations  
plus significantly, as
well, a multiplicity  
of other relatedly  
linked activities  
surreptitiously  
and decidedly  
scanadously  
and nakedly  
dishonestly
held; from  
all public  
scrutiny  

scrupulously sustained by  
these charlatan bastards,
bitches and their non-  
whit, Useful Idiots
morons. Willing elements:
the patronizingly rather  
arrogantly, decadently  
too a rampant surfeit  
of them and in what  
undeniably to each  
individual person  
who is distinctly  
in command of  
a viable brain  
to discern an  
all inclusive  
platform of  

the cynically pre-set
disinformation by
lazily cowering  
behind clearly and very  
purposely locked shut  
surgery doors. But if
you are either well-  
heeled, or strictly  
rather fortunate  
and possess the  
money to pay;
these so evidently
grasping, and all
rather typically  
very seriously  
compulsively  
vainglorious  
so capitalist  
fatcats will  
see to you
same day.

(C) Stanley V. Collymore
21 October 2020.


Author's Remarks:  
The British  National Health Service (NHS) - born on the 5 July 1948, now in a terminal coma and imminently expected, in such dire circumstances, to die: RIP!

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