A Clinic Cynic

by | May 19, 2006 | Poetically Correct

Does ‘not too bad’

Mean ‘not too good’?

I asked the doctor

If she really could

Explain such little

Evasive terms

Do I or don’t I

Have killer germs?

The insurance company

Told you to be sure

Or there’d be no payment

For the needed cure.

I waited five days

For a “virus” you know

Why even go in?

Let those bacteria grow!

So here we are later

My lungs mock a seal

I cough up nothing

But this weak appeal:

Dear Higher Courts

Must only poor people die?

When will you stop allowing

This medical reply?

If you harm my child

I’ll pluck your bones

Leave you for dead

Covered in stones

I’ll petition the Angel

I’ll circle your grave

Dome in your soul

As Satan’s slave.

Ciera S. Louise c. May 19, 2006