Color of Turn

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    Color of Turn

    Medicine; Science discipline
    I care not a fig.
    Double crossed by life
    That also cares not one way
    Or any other.
    White Coats.
    White of all colors to choose as uniform for
    Such a dirty occupation.
    Me thinks not profession.
    Perhaps once upon a time.
    Time I barely remember
    When a sweet sucker was reward
    For a visit to the white coated man.
    Visit; Far too polite if you ask me.
    Appointment; Too civilized for
    The goings on with those white coats.
    White Coats' mouth is moving.
    I see this. I'm not blind.
    Only deaf.
    Denial deaf.
    White Coats words fling me into Nether
    With no sucker.
    Turn Coat really.
    What color is turn?

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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