Insured From What
What is it with insurance today?
Why is it such an endeavor?
It used to be that when you pay
You were covered for whatever
Now they nit pick it all to death
They try to say parts aren't covered
I deal with ailments we all have
Not something that's undiscovered
Insurance insures my peace of mind
That's what it is supposed to be
Sometimes it seems I'm just insured
Of trouble down the road for me!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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