Medicaid

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Medicaid

The largest man to sit the gov'ner's chair
Wants me to co-pay health, like he pays his.
How can't he understand this isn't fair?
My bathroom isn't marble, like his is.

Bill Richardson, I tell you, isn't svelte;
He never walks as long as he can fly.
But he says I must tighten up my belt,
Or else the state's economy will die.

But three per cent of six hundred's eighteen:
Four sacks of food, or nine round trips by bus.
I guess he thinks that he's not being mean,
But he don't know life like the rest of us.

I'll have to go without, at three per cent.
I had to pawn my belt, to make the rent.

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