Credit for Pain

Credit for Pain

 

In that room again,

nothing to read

but old fishing magazines,

donated by “office friendly” patients,

the ones with

the good insurance.

 

Fashioning a heart

out of wire pulled

from an old Barbie doll,

the money is in the account for now,

they’ll have to look

a time or two more.

 

fter that,

things should get interesting,

as if they weren’t already.

 

And they smile

when the card is accepted

the receipt is signed,

the money transferred.

 

But soon enough

it wont be the same.

 

In the end

there is no,

credit for pain.