That does it!
My heart got trashed again.
It's time to get renters insurance.
I have some aches that are not fiction
so my doctor wrote a prescription
She sent it to the pharmacy near
so I can get my mind adhered
I went to pick it up today
assured that all would be ok
The pharmacy tech was really nice
but said I had to pay full price
It seems as though I was denied
my insurance claimed the doctor lied
All I wanted was to feel better
but now i'm shackled to this fetter
I pay my premium; my budget festers
while the insurance company pays their investors
I guess i'll wait another year
insanity comes closer, I fear.
Life insurance death payout doesn’t make sense
Surely you’re meant to be a live to enjoy the payout?
But they only pay when you’re dead and buried
Something aint right there…
When will the company payout?
Just like Catch 22
All the benefits come after death
You sign on the line
And pay the cash
For the listed benefits
But you don’t see them
Not a single ******* one
They’re left to your loved ones
Don’t have a wife or kids?
Too bad then
Uncle Sam will claim your benefits
To enrich his war chest
And defeat the *** and the ****
And the Reds after that
The benefits are all his
I wish my lotion had glitter in it
I also wish my head didn't hurt
I had a nightmare that I was back in the hospital the day my insurance company denied my medication
I can't afford it,
So I can't sleep now
But yesterday I dreamed I was back in the hospital like when I was a kid
I was only there a couple of times, for testing and for times I forgot my medication
There was a bit of a learning curve for a seven year old
But I'm moving out next year
I've already learned
I take my vitamins, I go to my doctor visits
I finally got my sports clearances,
But I can't drive a car without my medication
I can't work somedays either
So as I lay here, by myself, I can't help but remember the nurse who gave me a friendship bracelet in the emergency room on Christmas
The saline in my arm was cold, and they stopped giving me blankets because I had a fever
I was twelve years old and it was snowing in Atlanta for the first time in years
I couldn't tell from my windowless room
The nurse put lotion on my hands with glitter in it
I had a fever because I was dehydrated
I was dehydrated because I forgot my medication at home in Pennsylvania.
I do want to state that I am fine. I have a chronic medical condition. I've had it for my entire life, I was diagnosed as a kid. Most children grow out of it by age 12, I was that rare exception to the word "most" and so I still struggle with the same condition even as I go into college. I will have it for my entire life. It was only recently proven to be a real disorder and is now finally being properly studied, but my insurance hasn't caught up and listed the medication as necessary for my condition. I am currently in round two of appeal.
I'm uncomfortable in this feminine peice of **** others call a body
I look in the mirror and all I see is deadname
My body isn't me
My body is deadname
I figured this out yesterday
So I finalized my decision to get top surgery
Only to find out that my insurance matches my peice of **** body
Top surgery isn't covered
Apparently it's cosmetic
You don't have to live in a body that's wrong
It's not my fault I was put in a body with ***** and curves and bumps in all the wrong places
I don't have 5000 dollars because I already had to pay for intensive outpatient therapy that insurance wouldn't cover
What's the point of having insurance if it only costs and doesn't pay
May the roof above us never fall in?
and may we friends gathered below never fall out.
May the good saints protect us
And bless us today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way: quote from an Irish blessing**
When the living pretend to don’t care
About Obamacare, or this new healthcare
in this year of two thousand and seventeen
His legacy is Washington new vanishing act
They daunting faces, as they smirked in triumph
The poor man burden, once again is left out in the dark
Washington DC is becoming the number one soap opera
An uncaring state of mind for the men in black
Who hold the magic key, who hired the pied piper?
Will pay the price: the cry that will get us the most
is the cry of the children, in the final hours?
The wine bottle glugging sound effect as they praise
Cork popping, family bawling, and once again
We march for justice, when the living pretend to don’t care
Delay and Repeal:
I have not the power to stop them in the tracks,
All I can do is to write lousy poetry
reconsidered this bill: You have won
Now think of last man in the race:
Talk about the unexpected
A refusal old insurance claim
I'd forgotten about it..
A check for
a hundred forthy five pound