Poetry Thursday

 

 

My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog

Mary worked as a printer

And in a finger she got a splinter

Fearing infection and despite it being winter

She ran to the emergency room like a sprinter

II

The doctor removed the splinter and gave her assurance

That the injury would not be a regular occurance

At work the next day she made an appearance she got an email saying her visit was not covered by insurance

IIi

She was told not to worry she just needed to fill out a form.

Which quickly to ten they did transform

For the doctors the nurses the aides and the clerks anyone who on her did an act perform

Until the paperwork became a perfect storm.

IV

She asked to expedite the matter she could pay out of pocket

And was told if hospitals took cash they wouldn’t turn a profit 

And the mere suggestion pushed her further down the docket

And now needed to take the forms and fill them out in the opposite 

V

There were so many forms they began to take over her desk

Food and coffee became buried - it was grotesque 

Mary was turning zombiesque

It was far from picturesque

VI

One day Mary disappeared 

Foul play was feared

The boss ordered her desk cleared

When under a stack Mary was found the staff cheered

VII

She was unconscious and paper scarred 

They rushed her to the ER and Mary was taken by a guard

But the doctors said they would not help her - she was barred

Unless for her someone produced an insurance card