My poem is Obamacare
But how shall I begin it?
After just a dozen years
We finally know what’s in it
I didn’t keep my doctor and
I didn’t keep my plan
My premiums are twice as high
Obama, you’re the man
We really ought to celebrate
The fullness of the fleecing
Beyond what my insurance costs
My copays keep increasing
We haven’t even reckoned with
The things they say it cured
All across America
There still are uninsured
The fat are getting fatter
The sick are getting sicker
It seems that the consensus is
The old are dying quicker
Fraudsters are still frauding
And still the cheaters cheat
The doctors that I’ve spoken to
Say things I can’t repeat
They walk around with laptops
To show they’re in compliance
And fear to write prescriptions
Lest it signal some defiance
There may not be those panels
But the government has minions
Making sure that doctors
Don’t have medical opinions
And I don’t give a farthing
For what some people say
But it isn’t really science
If you only must “obey”
So, let’s all pop a champagne cork
And set the country buzzin’
Twelve years of Obamacare
And what a dirty dozen
