The leper came before the Lord,
said, 'Ev'ry doctor has ignored
the state I'm in; It isn't fair!
It seems to me, they do not care.'
The Lord said, 'Brother, take a seat,
Together, we can have this beat.
Before I start to stop the rot,
what health Insurance have you got? '
The leper whispered, in despair,
'Don't even have Obama-care.'
The Lord said, grim and merciless,
'Sorry, Bro', no NHS
shall e'er defile the USA -
I turn the uninsured away! '
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