i really don't know what hippocrates,
and subsequently the hippocratic oath
has to do with medicine these days -
it's not like current medicine
is limping -
       it's not like it doesn't have its
priorities settled to a clean cut scalpel
cut of a vector's worth churning
improvements in history -
point being: that cliche of big pharma -
and how the maxim of
  primum non nocere became
primum non occidere -
  the motto of psychiatry -
oh, **** it, harm them as much as you
have to: just make sure you: don't **** them;
ah, looky how 'uve lee... it rhymes!
which makes me write the following
conclusion -
  the hippocratic "oath" is as dead as a drowning
seagull...
  there's no point in asking for
no harm be done unto you - only?
      no death be upon you...
well, **** me! that's encouraging!
          as a chemist, can i medicate myself
and stop listening to your bogus
"professionalism"? politicians are also
categorised as professionals,
and, would i trust them?
           i'd probably sooner trust
a ****** with a corn-cob than a trunk
of wood... and that's some serious
cherry picking, that is;
and no... it's not quack medicine,
but i'll tell you what is quack -
the slavic homeopathy against a cold...
you ready?
   a puffy duvet, pyjamas, sweating...
change of pyjamas...
the active ingredient?
    hot milk, butter, honey, an egg yolk...
some garlic in extreme cases...
just sit and watch the **** goose step
afterwards...
  the hippocratic oath died with big
pharma...
               look at me,
a litre of strong ***** every night,
sometimes just the 25mg amitriptyline
and sometimes that and 250mg of naproxen...
how long? been single for over 10 years...
oh... i'm gearing up to making
yotam ottolenghi's mezzo feast...
beast of a feast... how many ingredients?
let me count...
  6... 9... 5... 9... 5... 2... 9...
4... 3... 6...
       Σ?  fifty... fifty-*******-eight!
fifty-*******-eight ingredients!
     i'm starting to think i'm less drunk and more
mad... last time i checked, it took 13+ spices
for a single curry pace...
oh yeah... all drunks have that soppy story
in others,
of a kid they didn't raise...
     of slapping a ******* wife,
drunks drunks drunks: evil people:
9 fifths of them russians...
evil people... irresponsible, devastating -
*** yer ******* moral compass out
of my face... pronto!
             you sanity is the one drug i wouldn't
even bother to try...
it's like concentrated skunk ***** you're
pushing off as a: fragrant, "grasp" of "reality"...
yeah, same as my grandma's farts...
    ******* fragrant, esp. since she's
nearing the grave... just managed to pick
up a hint of decaying daffodils...
        mmm... call the people in charge
of the chanel perfumery, we got a winner!
perfumes that are the antithesis of the freshness
of spring - we'll be calling it the:
                autumn palette collection;
sure as hell it'll go down well with melting
wax in a hollowed-out pumpkin!  
as ever, people are a drag when it comes to
drinking, in began in america in the 1930s
and was carried through with **** taking to
stamp itself the: "true hit"...
      people just don't know to,
they want to know the happy drunks of
ancient greece, but suddenly turn into moaning
melodrama of the, "real housewives" of egypt...
brother: if you can't drink, don't drink!
sister: you never knew how to drink
so there's no point making a follow-up statement.