With Apologies to Poe

the health care debate is making us weary
It's incessant drone is getting dreary
while the political hacks try and settle the score
the nation nodded it was nearly napping
suddenly there came a crapping
a smell as if a diaper was unwrapping
unwrapping on the chamber floor
tis merely a Republican we muttered
crapping on our chamber floor
only this and nothing more

ah distinctly now we remember
back in that bleakest of December
when each and every single member
took a crap upon the floor
eagerly we thought well tomorrow
vainly how we hid our sorrow
from our hopes we had to borrow
anything to help squelch the sorrow
for that rare and radiant beauty
whom the angels called before
Universal Health Care
Nameless now and forever more
Quoth the Senate Nevermore

The Uninsured Prayer

I hope my bowels don't distend
and that my arches never fail
my cranium remains intact
and my lungs always inhale

I hope my joints don't get stiff
that my knees will never buckle
my septum never deviates
nor arthritis in my knuckle

I hope my prostate doesn't swell
that my colon stays intact
my testicles stay small and round
my bowel movements don't turn black

I hope my bones they never break
my ears keep hearing sound
my cholesterol stays nice and low
so I keep on sticking around

I hope my kidneys never fail
that my liver does stay strong
without either of these things
you may not live that long

If you're lucky with insurance
these things may not be so sad
but if you're poor and uninsured
well that's just too fucking bad