This modern day
The ads exclaim
When selling us their pills
Can help! Can help!
(A weakling’s claim)
They’ll never cure our ills
The promises they make are rash
They see themselves as clever
And think we’ll pay our hard earned cash
For snake oil cures
The doubtful claims are bold and shiny
And now we all have hope
The side effects they wish were tiny
(And so they softly spoke)
This drug, it’s not for everyone
And so you must be cautious
May cause rash or swollen tongue
And might just make you nauseous
So, thinking persons, don’t be dense
These warnings, printed finely
Should make you use your common sense.
”Twas given you, divinely.