I cut my leg
It got infected
I had no insurance
I felt dejected
I had a pre-existing condition
Which was that my leg needed some attention
No one would insure me
After looking at my badly scraped knee
So I bought a laptop
Entered my personal info on the website depot
but then my computer crashed to the floor
and my knee was hurting all the more
I could not make it out the door
So I grabbed a bottle of vinegar and rubbed it on the cut
I howled like a lost mutt
But it cured my disease
Now I do as I please
With no insurance still
I'm moving to Polynesia
into a grass hut
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now I do as I please, good write, thanks.