The citalopram Sonnet

Seamy business went on at Lundbeck's headquarters.

They did not have enough with the money made,

helping sick incorporeal minds feel better.

With what sly partners did they choose to conflate?

With so venal producers of generics,

they acceded to delay that cheaper launch.

In exchange of profits, neglecting the public,

crucibles of citalopram were their lunch.

The pith has lied on the social solecism,

and now only an inexorable fine will work:

fourteen six millions for such a barbarism.

Irenic times after vitiated bromide.

Internecine battles around people's health.

Deviousness in a business uncivilized.