Indiana Jones and the last croissant


The Canadian Medicare System
December 18, 2002

There swashbuckling old archeologist stumbles upon
a trail of zombies walking to the delivery door,
these mummies are wrapped in computer paper with 
the results of the numerous tests conducted on each one.
He raises the last croissant and breaks it in two
gently mumbling what priests normally utter in the penultimate
stage of a celebration for His rising,
he spreads it among the zombies to silence these stinkies,
and the zombies suffer great convulsions till they turn into stone.

Despite his diploma, despite his voluminous data, despite his
dissertation that earned him an A+ grade, the zombies 
refused to get healed and get on with life.
The archeologist had pointed out that the lab technicians,
the technology used as well as the glassware, as well as the 
computers, and most of all the hospital beds, and the paper that wrap 
the zombies, were all homemade, them zombies refuse to believe.
The zombies want to call in whiteclothed healers who dont take 
money from the governement, and accept payments from patients.

Another thing: The zombies want to take more pills that were 
laced with honey, because "sugar makes the medicine go down",
according to the pharmacist, that's what the zombies say;
They insist that if the pharmacist will have the way, they will 
get well but they are not sure why sugar will cost more for the 
city hall, and why it is made from material not from the city.
But nevertheless, the archeologist has fixed the problem by 
handing the zombies the last croissant; he told them they that
they were made of homemade flour and that they were 
laced with aspartame, the arrogant aspect of the plant ego,
but as sweet as sugar and costs not that much on the pocket.
Now the zombies will wait for another millenium before they 
spring out of their caskets, made especially by the city for their 
most beloved citizens.

Copyright 2002. All rights reserved.

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