schaller-anderson medical insurance

schaller-anderson Medical Insurance Extraodiniare
J.S. Hobbs, with pride I might add.

It’s my life, with which they play
and I may get it back one day.
I am lost alone in the middle,
to doctor and insurance my life means little.
here I lie in the hall getting madder.
the x-ray guy looks down at me from his ladder.
I can wait forever more.
I will not disturb them when I snore.

every month they take my money.
for when I’m healthy we are quite chummy.
to medical insurance I only exist,
when my aged body does not resist.
medical insurance they are so tight,
on modern society they are a blight.

blue or white, the color of my collar matters naught.
either way life with peril is fraught.
but, if injury I do suffer,
insurance will seek any buffer.
from my premiums they will not part.
for that would put the horse, before the cart.

if it costs them any dough,
they will move ungodly slow.
medical insurance has no heart.
to them I am but a little fart.
if, I were to cause them any pain,
happily from my body, will they watch my life drain.

so here I wait in the dark,
hoping the receptionist’s intelligence will spark.
the nurse behind the desk is so busy.
fixing hair that is too frizzy.
the doctor, he must get to the links.
please, pay no heed to my body’s kinks.
I will wait as long as they say,
it’s okay to waste my day.

This shoulder I do not need.
Unless my family I want to feed