Jumpin' For Life
Jumping over many a Social Security gate,
For the mighty and generous New York State,
So by now, my knees are shot,
And their help, of course, I see not
So my dire circumstances grow hot,
Cause needed medicines I ain't got.....
I spend so many days in mindless wait,
On ever increasingly numerous a date,
In waiting rooms for hours so,
Until, at last they say, oh, a mistake,
so you may go!.....
Exams, endless questionaires
Seem to come from their derrieres...
I shake my head in disbelief...
Guess I'll never get relief....
They insist I go to Boces,
So I can learn, there, on sight,
How to read and write...
Next day an exam
to check my ailing knees,
Next day after that,
to see if I have fleas....
I cry out, "Good God, Please!!!"
"Is this all but a mind tease???"
No, no, they then do say,
Come back tomorrow, anyway
We have to check for
dirt under fingernails,
And your ability to use handrails...
And, also, next week too,
Important we see you...
You must enroll
to learn Hebrew,
When that's done,
Another semester on
making Irish stew...
You gotta' learn to jump
through each hoop,
To stay in the Social
Security loop,
Well, now they've
broken my last straw....
They want me to
go to Omaha....
And apply then and there...
'Cause, for me, they
don't much care!!!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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