Your insurance
Is assurance of nothing
Except your profit
In the guise of providing me
With “care”
That you determine
Based on your bottom line
And scientific mumbo-jumbo
That has nothing to do with
My Body My Life My Wellness
You bank on
The exhaustion of those
Victimized by the negligence of others
Which you then exacerbate
With your own variation on the theme
Leading to an emotional pileup
On top of an auto wreck
And yet you deign to call yourself
A good neighbor

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Does caring for my own life
Mean allowing your death
Trying to assemble something
Whole and harmonious
Out of broken pieces
Shards of light from the darkness

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The wound
To which you fail to tend
Festers

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