Those who think they’re “well” don’t need a doctor.

Surrounded by humanity’s dregs

Scum-bags, rotten to the core

Yet unashamed, reclines with them.

Objections from the floor…


Hypocritical teeth-gnashing

from religion’s Holy Joes

“Does he know these folk in here ?

Their smell gets up our nose”


But sharp rebuke the Master gives

He does not waste His time:

Words so measured, cut to quick,

reveal their heinous crime


Purpose emphasised again

Not for the self-engrossed,

But for all the sick in heart,

Who recognise they’re lost !