The wilful demise of the British NHS!

By Stanley  Collymore  

Try getting an appointment,

however urgent that your 

condition might be, with

a doctor these days. Not

 a chance! And Covid-19 is the 

lame, dishonest and, at best, 

disingenuous explanation 

you will routinely hear. 

A bloody lie of course, 

since the patent and 

rigidly established  

commercially too

and secretly also 

plan is honestly 

to crumble the 

NHS, and then 

openly lie by 

claiming the

consultants 

all doctors 

and other

crucially

urgently 

desired, 

staffers   

basically can't cope, since 

they're all of them quite 

literally in this rather 

devastating situation, now 

created by all of this, and

naturally submerged by 

pressing duties. Believe 

that lying rubbish and 

unsurprisingly you'll 

certainly believe, all

else you're likewise  

sadly, untruthfully 

and contemptibly  

wholly cynically 

directed, to then 

very charitably 

fully accept as 

the rightfully 

created plan.

By a bunch of unfeeling, 

generally significantly 

privileged white, or 

fundamentally too

their sycophantic

most shameless, 

in full cahoots 

of their patently dodgy 

financial associations  

plus significantly, as 

well, a multiplicity 

of other relatedly 

linked activities 

surreptitiously 

and decidedly 

scandalously 

and nakedly

dishonestly 

held; from 

all public 

scrutiny 

scrupulously sustained by 

these charlatan bastards, 

bitches and their non-

white, Useful Idiots 

morons. Willing elements:

the patronizingly rather 

arrogantly, decadently 

too a rampant surfeit 

of them and in what 

undeniably to each 

individual person  

who is distinctly 

in command of

a viable brain 

to discern an 

all inclusive 

platform of  

the cynically pre-set 

disinformation by 

lazily cowering 

behind clearly and very 

purposely locked shut 

surgery doors. But if 

you are either well-

heeled, or strictly 

rather fortunate 

and possess the 

money to pay; 

these so evidently 

grasping, and all 

rather typically 

very seriously 

compulsively 

vainglorious 

so capitalist 

fatcats will 

see to you 

same day.  

(C) Stanley V. Collymore 

21 October 2020. 

Author's Remarks:     

The British National Health Service (NHS) - born on the 5 July 1948, now in a terminal coma and imminently expected, in such dire circumstances, to die; RIP!