Poets Pub 2019 Biggest Competition Ever - Vol Two

SHOWTIME! (EXISTENTIAL_QUEER) Wk - 5

SHOWTIME!

Severed from my purpose, rotting, and barely reanimated

Without sleep or medicine I get ready, desperate for my appointment

Cataloging the blade at the emergency clinic

I find the mundanity hilarious, not because I want, but because I must

The stakes are my life and yet I'm just filling out a form in the contaminated waiting room

Am I awaiting my salvation, or wasting time on Certain Doom?

I score a 27, because I have severe chronic depression

I can't afford a real doctor's office, my mother's unfortunately jobless

And so now: We no longer have insurance.

About 15 minutes late they call my deadname, it's time to plead my case,

They're determined to tell me: "Medicine isn't necessary"

Doing their least to feign respect while they treat me like a junkie

I'm literally a child staring into the eyes

of a jaded middle-aged doctor, though underqualified

Trying to explain this necessity is not a lie

Why would anyone willingly subject oneself to these side effects, on which you've obviously never read?

And finally, after using all my spoons, I prove it: I win the pain Olympics, I feel humiliated

Sighing, I bow, America's "healthcare" system is Broken