In PharmaCorp's high-rise, the board convened,
To weigh the fate of OxyRelief, unseen.
Mister Greaves, with profits keen,
Sat at the head, his gaze sharp and mean.
Doctor Carter rose, her voice clear and bright,
"Addiction's risk, we cannot slight.
The data shows the dangers in sight,
This path, if taken, writes a tragic plight."
Greaves countered, eyes fixed on gains,
"Our shareholders demand we seize the reins.
The market's ripe, the profit remains,
We'll manage risks, despite the pains."
"Patients' lives at stake, we must be sure,"
Doctor Carter pressed, her data pure.
"Efficacy's debatable, addiction's lure,
Our duty's to protect, not just procure."
The room grew tense, the stakes were high,
Debate on ethics, profits, and why.
Yet Greaves, with greed, the final sigh,
"OxyRelief will launch, no matter the cry."
The decision made, the boardroom's fate,
A choice for wealth, while lives abate.
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