I Failed Health Class

"I Failed Health Class"

Doctors' offices
Cold & sterile
Cast in harsh light
Instant scars to the psyche
Prescription drugs
The stone of Sysiphus
The bitter bite taste
Of the lack of a cure
The impermanence
Of cautious relief
Only to feel again
The agony of disease
And the bone-deep hatred
Of my genes
That bring me ever back
To doctors' offices