Call These Evil People... Poem by Margaret Alice

Let me call these evil people once again, Direct
Medicare probably directly descended from old
Nic himself, the evil spawn of mad genius, they
will deliver only after sending the poor applicant
through hell, must furnish proof of everything,
a new prescription from a medical practitioner
which costs an eye and an arm before
the transaction can begin

Proof of star sign and shoe size, being a human
being classified and colour-coded, numbered and
approved as Dimension Prime or One or Two, these
evil people should be sent to the Dungeon Dimensions
Prime themselves, my positive book promised I can
have anything I identified once I felt good myself,
obviously there is something wrong with
making such wild promises

Unless I fail to qualify as a subject of such joy
because I chose to be born with an allergy
which keeps me perpetually balanced
between the joys of heaven
and the fires of hell….