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Rosiglitazone and Other Bitter Pills–poems by doctors

Published online by Cambridge University Press:  02 January 2018

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Copyright © Royal College of Psychiatrists, 2011 

I saw her across the aliskiren lawn her depakote fastened at the neck Macroliding gently on abstral plane she entered my life

Boarding jet nebulisers we pirouetted to nexium No astringents here Everything was dream skin silk

It was evening and primroses swayed gently from their castor oil beds and acylovirs passed on the ultrabase Hormones raged and I exjaded…

‘You are marvelon, are you varenicline Do you favism, ergot abilify? Manuka honey, my belladonna menopur yasmin, can we menjugate tonight?’

All went quetiapine, from losartan to highsartan. Curse my lustral that night. How crassly salicylic, how did I know she was a one touch product with domperidone?

Mercilon was her reply. No sublimaze No interferon at the eleventh hour No lipitor, no calcichew. Pergoliding like a pseudo ephedrine

was the only way to get fibrelief. But she was no lamotrigine. Mercurially diuretic with tremendous menorrhagia, she had zybaned all hope with sevikar flagyl

Later, in javlor, there was no ritalin. I had taken risperdal and it could have worked. Warfarin could have been avoided if I had used my tegritol

Rosiglitazone my regal princess You promised so much, now waxing lyrica is all that remains No Viagra no pregaday, just mogadon

Drug Count 53. There are no competing interests. Dr Adams does not do any work for drug companies.

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