Ode to Shipman
Killed a few
No real disgrace
Old age in a pew
You won’t miss that face
Sense of power
Sense of trust
We can get some flowers
Of course we must
Arsenic, Adrenalin
Punctured through vulnerable skin
Who to trust, who to know
Watch the poison in the veins that slow
Now in prison, now in hell
But still beware the death knell
In doctors we trust
We must, we must, we must, we must
Why believe the massive lies
Trust and hope the alibis
Don’t believe the massive hype
Pray that you are not his type
Again, again, I hear you cry
That’s the truth, it’s not a lie
Everybody needs to be heard
But the dead, they don’t say a word
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