I hate the National Institute For Health
And Clinical, well, “Excellence”, because
They’ve let me down. I thought there’d be a wealth
Of headlines, guidelines, SOMETHING I could force
Into my rhymes. Specifically, today
I wanted them to make recommendations
That made the news. I hoped there’d be a way
To reference them. I’m feeling such frustration.
Perhaps you’ll say that I am immature
That there are more important things to cite.
To which I must respond with “OK, sure.
Whatever, bitches.” You all know I’m right:
In this health crisis I’m allowed one vice:
To dedicate Day 69 to NICE.
Tom Juniper Poetry 