Hey all you stragglers
tomorrow's your last day
to apply for Obamacare
unless your income's too low
and your state
chose to opt out of
the federal government's free Medicaid expansion
in which case
you may be able
to rent a paddle
for the proverbial creek
but only during the hours
you'd rather be sleeping
before going to work
and only
with seven voter IDs
and a local Republican congressperson eyewitness
who can vouch
for your non-moochiness
(who tend to like
to sleep late).
And you might
want to do that
before Republican governors
decide these rules
are too nice.
This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.
