Friday, February 06, 2015
The Collection
PATIENT
Explosive diarrhea and vomiting.
Followed by an obsessive desire
to sing the Candyman song.
PHYSICIAN
You're in luck! Your insurance
company just issued a code for
all of that.
PATIENT
Great! Otherwise this visit'd cost
me a thousand.
PHYSICIAN
Give or take.
PATIENT
Just out of curiosity, is there a Medicare
code too?
PHYSICIAN
Who gives a shit about those leeches?
They’re at Death's Door anyhow.
PATIENT
Nice collection of ceramic elephants you
got here.
PHYSICIAN
Make the office homey.
Labels: insurance, insurance codes, medical insurance, medicare, Republican
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Cons
In Danbury again for mail fraud, Loops berated himself
for greed, but just momentarily. The suckers anxious
to give him money, he got trapped within the compelling
frenzy.
And now, like most actors deeply inside the justice system,
he shrugged at morality or lack of it.
Discovering CemCam on a Google search, did feel guilt
as a bad son, so he had the little robot wheel around Celestial
Acres and show the graves of his mother and father.
Clicked yellow roses for her.
The credit card number came from a string of companies he left
his sister in charge of.
Had been more careful with them, and the feds gave up on tying
them into the case.
Then, her husband, Fast Mac the Plumber, got a tip that Death's Door, nearby the cemetery, could be for sale.
Since he also ran Irish acts up and down the East Coast -a sideline for years- Mac felt it could be a promising venue: the Thirty-Somethings liking spooky imagery and Hibernian music.
Loops threw in with them, half and half, and eventually watched online shows from Death’s Door. With roommate Doc, Medicare Fraud.
Doc snapped out of his blue funk with the quick melodies and step
dancing, and eventually asked his wife to bring books.
“Medical?” she had whispered.
“Financial.”
Labels: con man, Danbury, Irish, mail fraud, medicare, suckers
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Dealing, In the Final Analysis
The Leaving of It
-It's done with dignity. The law doesn't require it, though.
We have a little party, with speeches from the close relatives.
Who shortly leave.
-And then, Honorees shot?
-Exactly. Hey, eighty-five is enough years! We're saving billions!
It was cut the Military or...this.
-Surprised the near and dear go along with it.
-They can claim them as dependents for six years more.
-Wise incentive.
Labels: dependent, Euthanasia, Family, incentive, killing old, medicare, senior, Social Security, taxes
Thursday, January 03, 2013
Music Promised
“No, you heard me right.
Yank out the rug from un-
der Grandma. Send her
ass-over-teakettle! That
is: zilch Social Security
and squat Medicare.
So, make her buy similar on
commercial, open, markets.
And if she can’t, why reason we
have family, charity, Church!
Uh huh? Well such ‘cheap
cruelty’ will someday be
identified as Love, and
a hymn undertaken
in my praise.”
Labels: Charity, Church, Family, Grandma, medicare, Social Security
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
“Entitlements”
Security, Medicare,
need some tinkering
to sustain. Quite difficult
to see much
in the fog of
a war thrust
forth by Wealth &
its hired guns plus
hissing troglodytes
Labels: entitlement, medicare, Republican, Social Security, wealth
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Saving Ryan's Wine
Much fuss over
$700 wine shared
with two other snif-
fing Ayn Randians. But
Grandma on her shove
under the bus remains
whimsically free to sip
2004 Echezeaux Grand Cru
if she so wishes.
Much fuss over
$700 wine shared
with two other snif-
fing Ayn Randians. But
Grandma on her shove
under the bus remains
whimsically free to sip
2004 Echezeaux Grand Cru
if she so wishes.
Labels: Ayn Rand, medicare, Paul Ryan, Republican
Monday, May 02, 2011
Destinations
“Hey! We're kicking Grandma
out the door, down the stairs,
to the curb, under the bus, up onto
the highway! Who gives a shit anyway?
Or to any spot we designate
(might shove temp voucher, too,
into her gray panties). And you
know what happens then?
Churches come along, gather up
the whimpering lumps. Governing
involves hard options and we’ve
stopped throwing serious money
at the useless.”
Labels: budget, medicare, Republican Budget
Monday, April 04, 2011
Kicking Grandma to the Curb
DEM
I don’t know how I feel about this.
REPUB
That’s not news. But look, I get sick of being accused in the metaphor all the time. I’m not a figure of speech! I feel like literally doing it, but I’d like your help.
DEM
Well, maybe after you really get some good ones in, I’ll just
administer a gentle, uh, leggish nudge or two.
REPUB
Symbolic, almost. You’re good at that.
Grandma enters.
GRANDMA
I didn’t get my medicine and every bone aches!
REPUB
That’s so? Well here’s something for your trouble!
Screaming ensues.
(To DEM) You getting in on this?
DEM
Actual thumps and shrieking not as aesthetic as TV.
REPUB
I’m bushed. About broke my own ass in the process!
DEM
You got her to the curb. My input not needed, fortunately.
GRANDMA
God will punish you!
REPUB
Doubt it. It’s the Party foists the God-Malarkey.
I believe in nothing!
DEM
Rare point of agreement.
DEM
I don’t know how I feel about this.
REPUB
That’s not news. But look, I get sick of being accused in the metaphor all the time. I’m not a figure of speech! I feel like literally doing it, but I’d like your help.
DEM
Well, maybe after you really get some good ones in, I’ll just
administer a gentle, uh, leggish nudge or two.
REPUB
Symbolic, almost. You’re good at that.
Grandma enters.
GRANDMA
I didn’t get my medicine and every bone aches!
REPUB
That’s so? Well here’s something for your trouble!
Screaming ensues.
(To DEM) You getting in on this?
DEM
Actual thumps and shrieking not as aesthetic as TV.
REPUB
I’m bushed. About broke my own ass in the process!
DEM
You got her to the curb. My input not needed, fortunately.
GRANDMA
God will punish you!
REPUB
Doubt it. It’s the Party foists the God-Malarkey.
I believe in nothing!
DEM
Rare point of agreement.
Labels: Kicking Grandma to the Curb, medicare
