In a white cast larger than the one in
D W Griffith's Birth of a Nation,
Olga had enough dripping and beeping
Had enough nurse-interrupted sleeping
Had enough pills that, for the uninsured,
The cost alone made you think you were cured.
For the sake of keeping Olga apprised
Of her burgeoning bill, they sent a guy
Who spoke to her from atop a scaffold
As if her health was a car he had sold.
"Thanks to the price of your cracked bones mending
My kid and two others to med school we're sending!"