Justified

How can anybody,
Justify,
Leaving me,
With just a script,
I have to pay,
No money here,
Till payday comes!
Pain still lingers,
So glad,
It don't affect my writing,
Wrist and fingers,
Good,
Be praised!

Lived on varied diet of paracetamol delight!
Two four hourly through the day,
Off into the night,
When sleep brings light relief!

It's all so irksome,
To have to go to work,
Means nothing comes for free,
Price of this prescription,
Gonna crucify me!

Guess I'm lucky,
As health U.K. is free,
At this very moment,
Minus script's not helping me!
By ladylivvi1

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