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Premium Member Shoulda Read the Label

Seven decades their union weighed.
Both were ninety and on Medicaid.
When hubby’s eyes saw only shade,
doc gave drops for sight upgrades.
Twice a day, with no mental disarray,
wifey gave his eyes a drops cascade.
On day six, she took drops as bade
from the desk drawer where they laid.
After two drops in both eyes stayed,
hubby closed eyes, then became afraid.
Eyes squeezed shut, he began a tirade,
throwing vile, verbal grenades,
saying something about betrayed.
She begged his eyes to not delay
in seeking an open, healthy display.
“I can’t,” is all hubby would relay.
Giving the drop bottle a quick survey,
wifey was hit with dreadful dismay
and immediately bowed to pray,
“Lord, please send medics straightaway
who know how to end superglue's foul play,
forgive me for my brain that strayed,
allow hubby’s upcoming ninetieth birthday
cause recall of glued eyes to fast decay.”
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member B Movie

Stein was a stone wall, merciless, tough
We sent him to kill; he had the right stuff.
Cruel when he had to be, feared all the time
Walk on eggshells, he can turn on a dime.

I invited him to watch a movie, tearjerker from sixty-eight
The plot was like syrup, the acting second rate.
I noticed tears in his eyes when the girl falls off the cliff
He knew his image was in trouble, so he went on this riff:

The wind stings through the window; it would make anyone cry.
And some kind of mosquito flew into my eye.
But we were shook up, we needed him to be mean
And here he was crying at a B-movie scene.

I said "in this job you can't melt into a puddle
"Are rumors true you have a teddy bear that you cuddle?
"A hitman cannot be weak and soft
We need you to be made of stronger cloth."

So we reassigned Steyn to Medicaid theft
No blood and gore; it was the last option left.
I was shocked at this Wise Guy who cries like a child
But Stein sometimes misses the call of the wild.

Stein left his office, joined the FBI
He felt dissed, because we didn't trust the guy.
Exposed our operations, then went off the grid
All because of a B-movie, he did what he did.

Now I'm sitting in a courtroom, listening to the case
The prosecutors smile when they bring out their ace
Steyn is crying as he names names, its kind of rough
But he had to prove he had the right stuff.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Behind the Scenes

Exposure


Stress whirls, while the mind spins
Stuck in a trap, with no way to win
Only to lose things without a choice
Screaming inside, to have a voice
What our country is doing, regarding health
All for their gain, ongoing wealth
It is beyond comprehension, as it unfolds
Patients bounced around as if they are sold
Powerless one is to fix what led to the trap
There is no direction, eventually no map
Stripping hurting people of their livelihood
This is NOT American, when understood
Behind the scenes, stealing from those in need
Until there is no way at all for some to be freed
Assistance is a farce for those on disability needing care
Medicaid requiring high deductibles, no money to spare
Yet given free to those breaking law or without problem
They are helped with no costs, no deductibles for them
Because they chose on their own to have zero income
They receive the so-called assistance ‘sum’
It is twisted, evil and it is all happening here
While people are dying and no-one even cares

Heidi Sands
4/2/18
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Slogans - No Mo Fun

Tippecanoe and Winnie the Poo
   I like Ike on a motorbike
It's the Economy, Cupid
   Read My Lips, No Teacher's Strike

Let's Make America Unequal Again
   All the way with Medicaid
A New Deal, A Fart and a Squeal
   It's Morning Again, the GOP Way

Nixon and Lodge, the issues they dodged
   Goldwater and Miller, a ticket-killer
McCain and Palin, set folks to wailing
   Bush and Cheney, a pair of zanies

Nixon and Agnew, a pair straight from the zoo
   Mondale and Ferraro, couldn't have beaten Zorro
Dole and Kemp, wouldn't legalize hemp
   Clinton and Gore, we couldn't stand anymore...

In 2020, what slogan will be number one
   Something like Bernie's: Vote For Me -- No Mo Fun

Premium Member Safety Net

The safety net dangles
blows, twists, and turns
in the increasing winds
cut from its moorings, 
and the people fall
grasping for 
the shredded and useless
remains 
evisceration of social programs
Medicaid, food stamps
consumer protection
job security 
cuts to vital research
alienation of long-faithful allies
emulating dictators instead
flouting of the courts
rescinding environmental laws
erasing history and
all vestiges of non-white
accomplishments
making America white again
issuing edicts to silence
all who do not bend
the media       universities
judges      Congress
art and social institutions
theater and concerts
forcing religion in schools 
Constitution be damned!
and the torn safety nef 
flaps in the wind


Premium Member Murdering the CEO

When the frustrated socialist sees that health care isn't free
He turns into a killer, claims he's saving you and me
He murders a CEO, to make a point, because he could
For the goal of perfection is the enemy of the good

He gets adulation from those who think healthcare is a right
They think profit is the devil, and he was fighting the good fight
But doctors must be paid, and nurses, drug makers too
When the government runs it all, will you kill when you can't sue?

Britain has national care, there the docs are underpaid
Patients don't get seen on time, whistleblowers are afraid
50 thousand wrong deaths each year, at least death is free
Anyone can murder, but that way lies anarchy.

Brian was a farm boy, then Valedictorian, then a CPA
Became an overpaid CEO, but isn't rising the American way?
He helped disabled kids compete, stayed a regular guy
But a rich Ivy League kid decided he must die.

When Covid came, Brian offered to distribute funds for free
Some see profit over people but doesn't seem that way to me.
It may be rad and cool to cheer, maybe they feel authentic and real
But some of us just see murder, and a wound that will fester, never heal.

There are problems with our health care, most of us agree
But if you think it's expensive now, just wait until its free
Systems that tried to replace profit, slaughtered millions, quite bizarre
I never understood how hypocritical radical leftists are.

If you come across the border, you get free care in the E.R.
Our hospitals go broke, because idealists went too far
Medicaid won't pay full costs, that causes bankruptcy too
And yes, our insurance system makes no sense, it needs a big redo.

No doctor can cure this revealed sickness in the air
Only 33 percent of youth say the killing was unfair
If you live by abstractions, you won't see wrong from right
A world that cheers on murder cannot claim the moral height.
Form: Lyric

Our Unquie Quality

The way we will travel will
Determine how we approach
Doing what humans do.
The Prairie Dog Connecter
Is an idea to bring the future
To travel and creating
Environmental solutions to
Futuristic travel.
A underground tunnel with
Service roads and stores and
Lodging to ensure the safety
Of traveling in our bearing
Future. Underground boring
To create safer traveling
In our new world.
Putting people were they are
Needed. Providing communication
Medicaid, supplies, repair services
And commercial and lodging so
All people are safe and the risk
Or exploitation is reduced.
Wisdom can outline the proposal
To illustrated both our objectives
and goals. Water collection and
Waste recycling stations monitored
By people who know what they are
doing.The stakes are high, but we
Can meet the challenge to
Succeed to create traveling systems
That are envied and are illustrated
Models for the rest of the world!
Form: Bio

Premium Member Retep Gargano RX

Ciro  Gargano his Detroit hitman faked their deaths after attempting to impersonate my uncle bob satterfield long lost bastard sons identity my uncle bob satterfield didn't have a long list bastard son bob was born in 1923 my father was born in 1942 sadly Ciro Gargano Donald massimo pellegren hacked into my life obsessed with impersonating me killing me now they are both old men living in hiding needing medicine medical treatments for leukemia bone cancer neither men are able to receive treatments they already broke into my home searching for medications breaking into homes of seniors for medical treatment I pray Retep Gargano is us able to contact his loved ones to get the help he needs it is truly sad This obsessional diabolical hatred to my life resulted in thus madness after they used up all if my traumatic brain injury claim they needed more because I exposed the identity theft the data breaches in Tampa general hospital imposters impersonating me for Retep Gargano truly sad This man is now bed ridden after faking his death the insurance monies used up paying dealers killers he probably figured he'd be dead by now but God is keeping him alive in pure suffering hacking into Florida medicaid system tri care Peter Gargano has been surviving by fraud senior scams are serious stop victimization of disabled elderly persons Peter Gargano invested 47 thousand dollars from my traumatic brain injury claim annuity payments structured settlement into Myerlee Pharmaceutical fort myers this insurance fraud mail fraud wire fraud forced peter gargano into faking his death is now in hiding dying so is his brother ciro gargano and Donald Pellegren all in hiding from horrid crimes of murder mass murder how do wiseguys hitmen retire with no medical treatment after killing so many people never realized they would someday be old sick needing care the garment pension all gone used car lot all gone they attack the elderly mostly women veterans disabled persons home invasions for prescriptions medications selling to retired mobsters in threatening my life in Florida RX PETE MYERLEE INVESTMENT 

Stop retired hitmen from exploiting 
victimization of disabled elderly 
seniors in Florida RX RETEP MYERLEE
Investments
God Bless The United States of America
Form: Naat

Premium Member The First 30 Days

Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.

How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting like a kid with a new case of ink pens?
With less than two weeks on the job and with all that is going on in the country, how is attending the Super Bowl a priority, and riding around the Daytona 500 racetrack benefiting our country? It's more like a senior citizen acting like a 12 year old that has never been let outside as a child.
Because of the Musketeers and the disarray, this "house" has more lawsuits piled up in the first 30 days than the days in the month. People not knowing what’s the deal, so many court cases and appeals.

The amount of disrespect and threatening to take away federal fundings from states who don't wanna play and do what you say, is wrong on so many levels.
How are things great or even better when so many people are getting a "You fired" letter?

Inflation, allegations, discrimination, immigration, mass deportations, ICE not so nice…
Thirty days, what a splatter, even his supporters doesn’t matter. Now what are they to do, when they are the ones being let go too. You was a fan, did you think you were exempt? Thousands upon thousands are being fired, now they are left wondering who else is hiring. Prices are soaring, eggs are $37.00 a dozen…

Mishandling, dismantling... FYI, no DEI, they coming for the CFPB, the NOAA, FAA, USAID, Medicaid (CMS), no appreciation for the Dept of Education, the NIH, the DoD, the CDC, the IRS in a big mess, EPA, FDA, the VA, FEMA, NASA and even more in store.

You knew what kind of chaos it was the last time so I don’t know why anybody is surprised. Awww, and you thought it was going to be better the second time around. Well, all I can say is, there is Power in Prayer.
Buckle up... and to think, this is only the first 30 days, smh.
Form: Narrative

Eyes like a wolf

She had eyes like a wolf that reflected in green,
Reminded me of the ocean when it’s aquamarine —
Her pupils dilated, the look was intense.
I didn't understand, it didn't make sense.

She was a dentist, my tooth was bad to the root,
I wanted to flirt, but the idea was moot,
For I had a girlfriend, so it wasn't fair.
My girl is a bore, but we're a complementary pair.

(chorus)
When reason says “run,” don’t stand there and lean—
toward the eyes of the wolf reflected in green.
Remember the wisdom: don’t be beguiled,
Don’t stare into danger or romanticize the wild.

I pictured the fallout, and the spell was undone —
I walked out intact; reason had won.
Turned out later she was a crook,
Pulled half your teeth with a mesmerizing look.

She'd charge the insurance, or Medicaid
You'd lose some teeth, but she'd get paid
People can be flawed, so many ways.
I'll take the lady with the gentle gaze

My woman has the eyes of a doe
You know what you're getting and you get what you know
She may be a bore, but she's clean
You look into her eyes, and you daydream.

Then she tells you to stop mooning like an old cow
To rake the leaves, take out the trash, do it now
That's the lady who I like to see
No nonsense, but she has integrity.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

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