Miss Diagnosis

Originally written April 2, 2015 - got a late start on Poetry Month

If you had a superhero name
It would be "Miss Diagnosis"

You've been "down with the sickness"
Since you witnessed other misfits
Receive benefits for throwing fits

Hit with imaginary fists
You claim abuses, grow bruises
Like tulips in your garden of symptoms

You invent them to play the system
Like a child plays games 

You submit claims and say
You work for the government 

You are a poster child for being
Down and out

This s**t is all about pushing the next drug

You are a w***e for pharmaceutical thugs
And I won't participate
In your faithless fate

Your life is a clinical trial
Dose after dose and vial after vial
You only smile when you get your way

Your illnesses equal your pay
Professional patient
I'm gonna hit the pavement
Before they try and sway me

This ain't health care, this is a damn crisis
Y'all concerned about ISIS while
Signing up to be labeled with diagnosis 

Prognosis . . .

I don't even know

Turn a cheek and swallow the pill
You prefer to be ill than to take responsibility
To nurture disability and weakness

I plead this in my last few lines
There is a freeness in the acceptance of beingness
You ain't going to find Jesus strapped down to a body

So if you want to be Christlike
Ignore the spikes in your hands
And transcend

Author's Note

originally written in iPhone - please point out anything autocorrect did to me while I wasn't paying attention.

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

Very witty and sarcatic writing!! The last line went over my head though, would you care to explain the meaning of the last three lines? :)

[Wendy G.]

Sure, it's about people claiming to be Christians but having so much emphasis on their bodies. It's about the unfortunate degradation of spiritual beings into bodies.