My healthcare is a bouncing ball; it travels to and fro;
one day it pays for ev'rything, the next it's in escrow.
I have to get new doctors ev'ry six weeks or I'm sunk;
I think this program was planned out by people who were drunk.
Just because I'm old and broke does not give you permission
to treat my aches and pains as if you were some sly magician;
appearing out of nowhere, blowing smoke, producing rabbits --
prescribing meds as if I had expansive spending habits.
Dealing with this rigmarole is making me so tired
I'd rather in my hovel stay until I have expired!
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