Mr. Jackal and Dr. Hide

My name was Mr. Hide,
But since I’ve become a doctor,
I feel I’m more a Jackal, than a Hide.

The drug companies give me all kinds of freebies,
And they’re all tax-free.
But my conscience doesn’t allow me to be free.

From those drugged out patients, I have to hide.
My office has become a dispensary
For all my patients and even uncle Harry.
They want all kinds of samples from my apothecary.

I was once a doctor, but now I’m a druggist.
Even Carlos Escobar, the Colombian, has nothing on me.
I have a license. He doesn’t.
He was only a thuggist, but I’m a true druggist.

I get all my supplies at the company store.
Now I’m a low down hypocrite, dirty to the core.
There are days I get angry and very, very sore.
There’s no medication to help me in my cupboard or in my store.
I spend my time with company agents who sell me even more.
But I was never like this before.

They sit in my waiting room, telling the patients to ask me for more.
They bring cases of samples to give out to the poor.
Now I’m learning to play hide and sick,
Before the government takes a big stick.

(c) 2008 Mahomed Ally Keshavjee, All Rights Reserved