Journal Entry 7/6/2021

Let me sing you a song,
let’s all sing along,
the ballad of American Healthcare,

a byzantine mess,
of unhelpful stress,
designed so you give up and despair,

it means you must struggle,
paperwork juggle,
through phone trees that lead to nowhere,

and if you give up; you die,
I’m sure someone will cry,
but the system remains unaware,

you fight and you yell,
“you fuckers! go to hell,”
but the insurance bureaucrats don’t care,

and so you’re broken down,
and left sinking to drown,
until your condition necessitates acute care,

you can’t aford to pay,
so maybe you’ll die today,
unless of course you’re a millionaire…?