The Doc who Sold his Stethoscope

They told me, “Read up Medicine,”
For all its wondrous cures and gifts,
Withholding how its errors are,
Quite literally, buried now.

They told me, “Read up History,”
To learn from errors of the past.
I did, and now I proudly make
The ones I found most glorified.

They told me, “Read Humanities,”
They told me, “Read Philosophy,”
They told me, “Read Psychology,”
Until they said, “You read too much.”

Humanities, I read, to boast;
Philosophy, to find excuse;
Psychology, to trick myself
To think I am a wise recluse.

And all the while, I died inside:
An intellectual suicide.

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