Medical Field of Dreams
Medical Field Of Dreams
Doctor Duit and his staff say
There is no cure for life or life assurance
For all things medical and medieval
Take 2 aspirin and call us in the morning
Leave divorce and other sorted things to lawyers
We’re headed for the golf course where we belong
When I get ill I see the nurse and her thermometer
In the end I get it with an Obama bill
There is no anxiety, as medical is free, or some such fantasy
If I have to pay, I’ll take another pill
That’s way too much to swallow
Government approval is mandatory
If I don’t comply I’ll simply die
They tell me that I’m well
Which translates, terminal
Nurse takes me to the quiet room
Studies my symptoms, searches for solutions
She asks me for my soul and, “Are you covered?”
“At night when sleeping”, I say
Doctors take to golf course for the cure
For schemes and dreams
They are seen no more
The final health care nightmare is
Illness is what they say it is
According to biblical prognostications and medieval ways
Submitted for your approval
Go home and pray for health
There is nothing like that here
Nurse says to me; “How will you be paying for this today Mr. Functionary?”
“Why, with my life of course and not a penny more.” I retort
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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