Your Money or Your Life
Money can't buy happiness, it is said.
But money sure can buy life.
Even if you have medical insurance for a while,
You better have money for the co-pays.
Co-pays are something most doctors offices will not waive.
Nor places that do MRIs, CTs, PET scans, blood draws;
Money, even trivial sums, has a higher value than life, in our laws.
If you don't have enough money, then betrays
The system, how falsely they say they see life has infinite worth,
And every life is precious, worthy of their high calling's efforts to save.
"Your money, or your life!" is not just the phrase of a highwayman;
It is the medical profession's most deadly, killer phrase.
Not having enough money is like having your throat covered with a knife.
It means that, instead of staying alive, you could far too soon be dead.
I hear so many voices denounce all efforts to help people like me,
Voices that sing our so-called best-care medical system the highest praise.
I'm on a small disability pension; COBRA medical insurance takes over half.
The lack of eighty dollars, demanded NOW, threatens to cost me my life.
I can't even afford a headstone, nor a decent burial in my own good grave.
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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Wednesday, April 6, 2011 4:01 pm PST
67 degrees F. Humidity: 32% Forecast: overcast
Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael LP. All rights reserved
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