Health Insurance
Health Insurance
No wealth
No health
Unfair.
Don't care.
They say
Should pay!!!
V.A.
Did say
No way
Today!
Pain reigns,
Insane!!!
Hip lame.
Oh, blame
Feel bad.
Heart sad.
I cry
Won't die.
Now limp.
A wimp.
I cry
To fry
No grief.
Relief.
To die
I‘d sigh.
Pill shelf
Lost self.
The end
Please send.
Alive
Don't thrive.
Alas
I'll pass.
Away
Today
This end
A sin.
Feel good?
Who would?
Put self
On shelf-
No lie.
I try.
Furthermore-
If I was not so chicken!
And if I was not so sane!
The bucket I am kicking
Would not remain.
Balk, balk, balk, balk, balk!
Cluck! cluck, cluck Chicken.
(Sorry sweet and sensitive poets. I AM VENTING here.
I will be OK!!! I am Just feeling sorry for myself.
My hip surgery was postponed... Again!!!!
Anyone else feel this way at times?
Or is everyone else PERFECT!!!
Now I'm really laughing...)
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009
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