The Uterus and Democracy

I feel more stressed, Then ever before. Life delivers some blows, That is hardcore. My financial difficulties are On the increase. I hope I get out of this, In one piece. It looks like luck, It is gone for good. I have even tried, Knocking on wood. A general malaise, Has found a home. Confined to a wheelchair, I can't even roam. My personal problems Exponentially grow. It is getting harder and harder, To go with the flow. The cost of living is at An all-time high. Most of us are barely Getting by. I see more drug use There are more addicts. People are strange, there are more derelicts Women are losing there Personal autonomy. The uterus does not Belong to democracy. Turbo1904 ?