SHORT FORM
A Poem — Our January Conundrum
Health care in the U S of A

Another trip around the sun,
and the great reset has already begun.
You’ve made your selection, in the Land of the Free,
enrollment has closed,
you wish you felt glee.
The clock has reset,
the balance wiped clean.
You’re “covered” for the year, at least that’s what you glean.
The out-of-pocket tally, again, has started.
You visit.
Pay a fine for care.
And try to ignore feeling brokenhearted.
Our nation is best, you’re so lucky, you’re insured.
No nasty socialism here!
We’re thick-skinned,
independent, (and inured.)
We’ve figured it out, we’re the best, don’t you see?
We’re covered, yet first must pay more, with glee.
Care doesn’t kick in ’til you’ve met your Deductible.
Enjoy months of fretting,
Your sanity?
It might be reconstructable…
We’re happy here in the great USA!
Before coverage kicks in
we must pay and pay.
But don’t you pay a premium already, you ask?
Silly rabbit,
please,
don’t take me to task.
You just don’t get it,
it’s the way things are done.
Access to health care — it’s not a right.
Rights? Those are saved, for the gun.
© Joe Guay, 2024
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