He stumbled in his mid-life’s journey
And knew he didn’t have a clue
About his ending on a gurney.
It couldn’t mean that he was through.
His life, thus far, was disappointing.
His trouble was with his pinpointing
Of where he’d taken his wrong turn . . .
When someone yelled, a new intern,
“Sir, do you have your health insurance?”
“But what was that supposed to mean?”
“Sir, you have a rupture in your spleen.
You’re bleeding out.” Then his endurance
Gave out, as he thought in despair,
“Why did I hate Obamacare?”