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No insurance? No treatment! (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
Ah... yes,
here we are,
but once again
With one plastic pen
Some lined three-ring-paper
And a whole lot of sin
So what
If I express my feelings
with riddles and side dealings
At least I've made the attempt
My last name isn't denial
It's survival soaked contempt
Wow, can I get your autograph.
Fuckers.
You wretch
Before I had a chance
to construct a worthy dam
for the immense size of your valley
You flooded us out repeatedly killing
Our un-earned green sprouts
Care for a glass of sand?
Hold out your hands.
Hey twit
God doesn't make the rain
Winds and large bodies of water do
A simple explanation for every question
lay in the spaces surrounding you
What is false
What was true.
Your perception
is no longer
under your control
The White House
has a remote control
for your ass
And the Pentagon
charged us taxpayers
thirty billion
to re-invent it
Insanity, maybe not
Where's the pill
to cure this ailment?
Where's my smiling pharmacist
With his small typed warning labels?
Collecting his Government check
while advertising on cable
good for you Mr.
I know the difference between North and South
It's whether or not you belong to a country club
and get good opera ticket kickbacks
Have you seen Rigaletto? No kidding
Oh, and by the way, nice watch.
A gift for when you're out on errands?
[a cab pulls up/I open a door for him/
I shut the door on his leg/I walk away sigh/
A block later/I find another one/
Opinionated on health care/no kidding/
Want to share the cab fare?]
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